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Matthew 2:18 - Modern English Version

18 “In Ramah a voice was heard, grieving and weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and she would not be comforted, because they are no more.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 In Rama was there a voice heard, Lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, And would not be comforted, because they are not.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they were no more. [Jer. 31:15.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 A voice was heard in Ramah, Weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; And she would not be comforted, because they are not.

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Common English Bible

18 A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and much grieving. Rachel weeping for her children, and she did not want to be comforted, because they were no more.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 "A voice has been heard in Ramah, great weeping and wailing: Rachel crying for her sons. And she was not willing to be consoled, because they were no more."

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Matthew 2:18
12 Tagairtí Cros  

He returned to his brothers, and said, “The boy is not there, and I, where can I go?”


Then Jacob their father said to them, “You have bereaved me of my children! Joseph is no more, Simeon is no more, and you will take Benjamin away. All these things are against me.”


But man dies and wastes away; yes, man gives up his breath, and where is he?


Thus says the Lord: A voice is heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping, Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.


For I have heard a voice as of a woman in labor, and the anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, that bewails herself, that spreads her hands, saying, “Ah, woe is me, for my soul is wearied because of murderers.”


And He spread it before me. And there was writing on the inside and on the outside, and written on it were words of lamentation and mourning and woe.


Then was fulfilled what was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet:


All wept and mourned for her. But He said, “Do not weep. She is not dead but sleeping.”


Then I watched, and I heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, “Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth, because of the other trumpet blasts of the three angels, who are yet to sound!”


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