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Micah 1:9 - Modern English Version

9 For her wound is mortal, for it has come to Judah; it has extended to the gate of my people, to Jerusalem.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 For her wound is incurable; for it is come unto Judah; he is come unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 For [Samaria's] wounds are incurable and they come even to Judah; He [the Lord] has reached to the gate of my people, to Jerusalem.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 For her wounds are incurable; for it is come even unto Judah; it reacheth unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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Common English Bible

9 Indeed, Zion has been weakened by her wounds! It has come as far as Judah; he has struck as far as the gate of my people, as far as Jerusalem.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 For her wound has been in despair. For it has come even to Judah. It has touched the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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Micah 1:9
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Her gates shall lament and mourn, and she, being desolate, shall sit on the ground.


In the fourteenth year of King Hezekiah, Sennacherib king of Assyria came up against all the fortified cities of Judah and took them.


The king of Assyria sent the Rabshakeh from Lachish to Jerusalem to King Hezekiah with a great army. And he stood by the conduit of the upper pool in the highway of the fuller’s field.


Why is my pain perpetual and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Shall You be altogether to me as a deceptive stream and as waters that fail?


Go up into Gilead and take balm, O virgin daughter of Egypt; in vain you shall use many medicines, for you will not be cured.


Indeed the inhabitants of Maroth wait anxiously for good, because calamity has come down from the Lord to the gate of Jerusalem.


Therefore, I have struck you a dreadful blow, devastating you because of your sins.


There is no healing of your injury, your wound is grievous. All who hear news about you clap their hands over you, for upon whom has not your wickedness continually passed?


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