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Jeremiah 4:6 - New International Version (Anglicised)

6 Raise the signal to go to Zion! Flee for safety without delay! For I am bringing disaster from the north, even terrible destruction.’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 Set up the standard toward Zion: retire, stay not: for I will bring evil from the north, and a great destruction.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Raise a standard toward Zion [to mark out the safest route to those seeking safety within Jerusalem's walls]! Flee for safety, stay not, for I bring evil from the north, and great destruction.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 Set up a standard toward Zion: flee for safety, stay not; for I will bring evil from the north, and a great destruction.

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Common English Bible

6 Set up a flag to Zion; take cover, don’t just stand there! I’m bringing disaster from the north, massive devastation.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 Lift up a standard in Zion. Be strengthened! Do not choose to stand still. For I am bringing an evil from the north, with great destruction.

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Jeremiah 4:6
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Pass through, pass through the gates! Prepare the way for the people. Build up, build up the highway! Remove the stones. Raise a banner for the nations.


Listen! The report is coming – a great commotion from the land of the north! It will make the towns of Judah desolate, a haunt of jackals.


‘Now therefore say to the people of Judah and those living in Jerusalem, “This is what the Lord says: look! I am preparing a disaster for you and devising a plan against you. So turn from your evil ways, each one of you, and reform your ways and your actions.”


After that, declares the Lord, I will give Zedekiah king of Judah, his officials and the people in this city who survive the plague, sword and famine, into the hands of Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon and to their enemies who want to kill them. He will put them to the sword; he will show them no mercy or pity or compassion.”


I will send destroyers against you, each man with his weapons, and they will cut up your fine cedar beams and throw them into the fire.


I will summon all the peoples of the north and my servant Nebuchadnezzar king of Babylon,’ declares the Lord, ‘and I will bring them against this land and its inhabitants and against all the surrounding nations. I will completely destroy them and make them an object of horror and scorn, and an everlasting ruin.


How long must I see the battle standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?


‘Announce and proclaim among the nations, lift up a banner and proclaim it; keep nothing back, but say, “Babylon will be captured; Bel will be put to shame, Marduk filled with terror. Her images will be put to shame and her idols filled with terror.”


The noise of battle is in the land, the noise of great destruction!


Lift up a banner against the walls of Babylon! Reinforce the guard, station the watchmen, prepare an ambush! The Lord will carry out his purpose, his decree against the people of Babylon.


‘Lift up a banner in the land! Blow the trumpet among the nations! Prepare the nations for battle against her; summon against her these kingdoms: Ararat, Minni and Ashkenaz. Appoint a commander against her; send up horses like a swarm of locusts.


‘The sound of a cry comes from Babylon, the sound of great destruction from the land of the Babylonians.


‘Flee for safety, people of Benjamin! Flee from Jerusalem! Sound the trumpet in Tekoa! Raise the signal over Beth Hakkerem! For disaster looms out of the north, even terrible destruction.


This is what the Lord says: ‘Look, an army is coming from the land of the north; a great nation is being stirred up from the ends of the earth.


Then I heard him call out in a loud voice, ‘Bring near those who are appointed to execute judgment on the city, each with a weapon in his hand.’


And I saw six men coming from the direction of the upper gate, which faces north, each with a deadly weapon in his hand. With them was a man clothed in linen who had a writing kit at his side. They came in and stood beside the bronze altar.


‘On that day,’ declares the Lord, ‘a cry will go up from the Fish Gate, wailing from the New Quarter, and a loud crash from the hills.


The one with the black horses is going towards the north country, the one with the white horses towards the west, and the one with the dappled horses towards the south.’


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