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Zephaniah 1:11 - Modern English Version

11 Wail, you inhabitants of the market district! For all the merchants are cut down; all those who weigh out silver are cut off.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Howl, ye inhabitants of Maktesh, for all the merchant people are cut down; all they that bear silver are cut off.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Wail, you inhabitants of the Mortar [those located in the hollow part of the city]! For all the merchant people, like the people of Canaan, will be silent [entirely destroyed]; all those who weighed out silver and were loaded with it will be cut off.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Wail, ye inhabitants of Maktesh; for all the people of Canaan are undone; all they that were laden with silver are cut off.

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Common English Bible

11 The ones who grind the grain will wail; all the merchants will be silenced. I will eliminate all those weighing out silver.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Howl, inhabitants of the Pillar. All the people of Canaan have fallen silent. All were ruined who had been wrapped in silver.

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Zephaniah 1:11
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Though he heaps up silver like the dust and piles up clothing like the clay—


he may pile it up, but the just will wear it, and the innocent will divide the silver.


Howl, you shepherds, and cry; and wallow in the ashes, you leaders of the flock. For the days of your slaughter and of your dispersions are accomplished; and you will fall like a choice vessel.


For this gird yourself with sackcloth, lament and howl. For the fierce anger of the Lord is not turned back from us.


Cry out and howl, son of man; for it shall be against My people, it shall be against all the officials of Israel. Terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon My people; therefore strike your thigh.


For behold, they are gone because of destruction. Egypt will gather them, and Memphis will bury them. Nettles will possess their pleasant things of silver, and thorns will be in their tents.


Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, ministers of my God, because the grain offering and the drink offering are withheld from the house of your God.


Awaken, drunkards, and weep! Wail, all wine-drinkers, because the sweet wine has been cut off from your lips.


Woe to the inhabitants of the seacoast, the nation of Kerethites! The word of the Lord is against you, O Canaan, land of the Philistines: I will destroy you, so that there will be no inhabitant.


And every pot in Jerusalem and Judah will be holy to the Lord of Hosts so that all who come to sacrifice will take from those pots and boil the meat in them. And on that day there will no longer be a Canaanite in the house of the Lord of Hosts.


He said to those who sold doves, “Take these things away! Do not make My Father’s house a house of merchandise!”


Come now, you rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.


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