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Ezekiel 27:28 - New Revised Standard Version

28 At the sound of the cry of your pilots the countryside shakes,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

28 The suburbs shall shake at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

28 The waves and the countryside shake at the [piercing] sound of the [hopeless, wailing] cry of your pilots.

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American Standard Version (1901)

28 At the sound of the cry of thy pilots the suburbs shall shake.

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Common English Bible

28 At your helmsmen’s cries for help, the troubled waters seethe.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

28 Your fleets will be disturbed by the sound of an outcry from your navigators.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

28 Thy fleets shall be troubled at the sound of the cry of thy pilots.

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Ezekiel 27:28
10 Tagairtí Cros  

The peoples heard, they trembled; pangs seized the inhabitants of Philistia.


At the sound of the capture of Babylon the earth shall tremble, and her cry shall be heard among the nations.


His horses shall be so many that their dust shall cover you. At the noise of cavalry, wheels, and chariots your very walls shall shake, when he enters your gates like those entering a breached city.


Your riches, your wares, your merchandise, your mariners and your pilots, your caulkers, your dealers in merchandise, and all your warriors within you, with all the company that is with you, sink into the heart of the seas on the day of your ruin.


All the inhabitants of the coastlands are appalled at you; and their kings are horribly afraid, their faces are convulsed.


I made the nations quake at the sound of its fall, when I cast it down to Sheol with those who go down to the Pit; and all the trees of Eden, the choice and best of Lebanon, all that were well watered, were consoled in the world below.


Of this, a square plot of five hundred by five hundred cubits shall be for the sanctuary, with fifty cubits for an open space around it.


The shields of his warriors are red; his soldiers are clothed in crimson. The metal on the chariots flashes on the day when he musters them; the chargers prance.


For in one hour all this wealth has been laid waste!” And all shipmasters and seafarers, sailors and all whose trade is on the sea, stood far off


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