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Ezekiel 21:11 - New Revised Standard Version

11 The sword is given to be polished, to be grasped in the hand; It is sharpened, the sword is polished, to be placed in the slayer's hand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 And he hath given it to be furbished, that it may be handled: this sword is sharpened, and it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the slayer.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 And the sword [of Babylon] is given to be polished that it may be put to use; the sword is sharpened and polished to be given into the hand of the slayer.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 And it is given to be furbished, that it may be handled: the sword, it is sharpened, yea, it is furbished, to give it into the hand of the slayer.

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Common English Bible

11 He appoints it for polishing, to seize in the hand. The sword is sharpened, it is polished; it is ready for the destroyer’s hand.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 And I have sent it to be made smooth, so that it may be handled. This sword has been sharpened, and it has been polished, so that it may be in the hand of the one who kills.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 And I have given it to be furbished, that it may be handled: this sword is sharpened and it is furbished, that it may be in the hand of the slayer.

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Ezekiel 21:11
8 Tagairtí Cros  

When Mordecai learned all that had been done, Mordecai tore his clothes and put on sackcloth and ashes, and went through the city, wailing with a loud and bitter cry;


Therefore I said: Look away from me, let me weep bitter tears; do not try to comfort me for the destruction of my beloved people.


Those slain by the Lord on that day shall extend from one end of the earth to the other. They shall not be lamented, or gathered, or buried; they shall become dung on the surface of the ground.


I am going to send for all the tribes of the north, says the Lord, even for King Nebuchadrezzar of Babylon, my servant, and I will bring them against this land and its inhabitants, and against all these nations around; I will utterly destroy them, and make them an object of horror and of hissing, and an everlasting disgrace.


It is sharpened for slaughter, honed to flash like lightning! How can we make merry? You have despised the rod, and all discipline.


Cry and wail, O mortal, for it is against my people; it is against all Israel's princes; they are thrown to the sword, together with my people. Ah! Strike the thigh!


Mortal, mark out two roads for the sword of the king of Babylon to come; both of them shall issue from the same land. And make a signpost, make it for a fork in the road leading to a city;


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