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Jeremiah 48:17 - New Revised Standard Version

17 Mourn over him, all you his neighbors, and all who know his name; say, “How the mighty scepter is broken, the glorious staff!”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 All ye that are about him, bemoan him; and all ye that know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken, and the beautiful rod!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 Bemoan him, all you [nations] who are around him, and all you [nations more remote] who know his name; say, How broken is the mighty scepter [of national power] and the splendid rod [of glory]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 All ye that are round about him, bemoan him, and all ye that know his name; say, How is the strong staff broken, the beautiful rod!

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Common English Bible

17 Grieve for this nation, you neighbors of Moab, all you who know his name. Proclaim how its mighty scepter and magnificent staff are shattered!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 Console him, all you who surround him and all you who know his name. Say: 'How has the strong staff become broken, the glorious staff?'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 Comfort him, all you that are round about him. And all you that know his name, say: How is the strong staff broken, the beautiful rod?

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Jeremiah 48:17
12 Tagairtí Cros  

The Lord sends out from Zion your mighty scepter. Rule in the midst of your foes.


Ah, Assyria, the rod of my anger— the club in their hands is my fury!


that struck down the peoples in wrath with unceasing blows, that ruled the nations in anger with unrelenting persecution.


For the fields of Heshbon languish, and the vines of Sibmah, whose clusters once made drunk the lords of the nations, reached to Jazer and strayed to the desert; their shoots once spread abroad and crossed over the sea.


For the yoke of their burden, and the bar across their shoulders, the rod of their oppressor, you have broken as on the day of Midian.


How it is broken! How they wail! How Moab has turned his back in shame! So Moab has become a derision and a horror to all his neighbors.


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