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Isaiah 22:2 - Revised Standard Version

2 you who are full of shoutings, tumultuous city, exultant town? Your slain are not slain with the sword or dead in battle.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 You who are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous and exultant city? [O Jerusalem] your slain warriors have not met [a glorious] death with the sword or in battle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 O thou that art full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; thy slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

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Common English Bible

2 you who are filled with noise, you roaring city, you party town? Your dead weren’t slaughtered by the sword; they didn’t die in battle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 Filled with clamor, a busy city, an exultant city: your dead have not been slain by the sword, nor did they die in battle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 Full of clamour, a populous city, a joyous city: thy slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Isaiah 22:2
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Nothing remains but to crouch among the prisoners or fall among the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away and his hand is stretched out still.


Is this your exultant city whose origin is from days of old, whose feet carried her to settle afar?


for the soil of my people growing up in thorns and briers; yea, for all the joyous houses in the joyful city.


For the palace will be forsaken, the populous city deserted; the hill and the watchtower will become dens for ever, a joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;


“Therefore thus says the Lord concerning the king of Assyria: He shall not come into this city, or shoot an arrow there, or come before it with a shield, or cast up a siege mound against it.


And the angel of the Lord went forth, and slew a hundred and eighty-five thousand in the camp of the Assyrians; and when men arose early in the morning, behold, these were all dead bodies.


If I go out into the field, behold, those slain by the sword! And if I enter the city, behold, the diseases of famine! For both prophet and priest ply their trade through the land, and have no knowledge.’ ”


“Thus says the Lord, He who stays in this city shall die by the sword, by famine, and by pestilence; but he who goes out to the Chaldeans shall live; he shall have his life as a prize of war, and live.


On the ninth day of the fourth month the famine was so severe in the city, that there was no food for the people of the land.


How lonely sits the city that was full of people! How like a widow has she become, she that was great among the nations! She that was a princess among the cities has become a vassal.


Look, O Lord, and see! With whom hast thou dealt thus? Should women eat their offspring, the children of their tender care? Should priest and prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?


Those who are near and those who are far from you will mock you, you infamous one, full of tumult.


This is the exultant city that dwelt secure, that said to herself, “I am and there is none else.” What a desolation she has become, a lair for wild beasts! Every one who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.


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