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Isaiah 21:4 - Modern English Version

4 My heart panted, fearfulness overwhelmed me; the night for which I longed has turned into trembling for me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 My mind reels and wanders, horror terrifies me. [In my mind's eye I am at the feast of Belshazzar. I see the defilement of the golden vessels taken from God's temple, I watch the handwriting appear on the wall–I know that Babylon's great king is to be slain.] The twilight I looked forward to with pleasure has been turned into fear and trembling for me. [Dan. 5.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 My heart fluttereth, horror hath affrighted me; the twilight that I desired hath been turned into trembling unto me.

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Common English Bible

4 My heart pounds; convulsions overpower me. He has turned my evening of pleasure into dread—

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 My heart withered. The darkness stupefied me. Babylon, my beloved, has become a wonder to me.

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Isaiah 21:4
19 Tagairtí Cros  

All the guests that were with Adonijah were afraid and rose up and went on their way.


Then Haman continued, “Indeed, Queen Esther brought to the banquet she had prepared no one but the king and me, and tomorrow I am again invited by her with the king.


Fear and trembling have come upon me, and horror has overwhelmed me.


I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.


My soul, my soul! I am pained at my very heart. My heart makes a noise in me. I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


When they become heated up, I will make their feasts, and I will make them drunk, that they may rejoice, and sleep a perpetual sleep, and not awake, says the Lord.


I will make her officials drunk, and her wise men, her captains, and her rulers, and her mighty men; and they will sleep a perpetual sleep, and not awake, says the King whose name is the Lord of Hosts.


Belshazzar the king made a great feast for one thousand of his lords and drank wine before the thousand.


That same night Belshazzar the king of the Chaldeans was slain.


Immediately fingers of a man’s hand appeared and wrote opposite the lampstand on the plaster of the wall of the king’s palace. And the king saw the back of the hand that wrote.


Because they are like interwoven thorns and as drunkards imbibing, they are consumed like completely dry stubble.


In the morning you will say, “If only it were evening!” And at evening you will say, “If only it were morning!” because of the fear of your heart and because of the sights your eyes will see.


Like an eagle stirs up her nest, that flutters over her young, He spread out his wings and took him; He lifted him on His pinions;


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