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Ecclesiastes 12:4 - Tree of Life Version

4 when doors are shut in the street and the sound of the mill fades, when one arises at the chirp of a bird and all their songs grow faint,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 and the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 When the doors [the lips] are shut in the streets and the sound of the grinding [of the teeth] is low, and one rises up at the voice of a bird and the crowing of a cock, and all the daughters of music [the voice and the ear] are brought low;

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

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Common English Bible

4 when the doors to the street are shut, when the sound of the mill fades, the sound of the bird rises, and all the singers come down low;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 And they will close the doors to the street, when the voice of he who grinds the grain will be humbled, and they will be disturbed at the sound of a flying thing, and all the daughters of song shall become deaf.

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Ecclesiastes 12:4
5 Tagairtí Cros  

But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years are left of my life that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


“Strength resides in his neck; dismay runs before him.


Take the millstones and grind flour. Remove your veil, strip off the skirt, uncover the leg, cross the rivers.


“Moreover, I will silence among them the voice of joy and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones and the light of the lamp.


And the sound of harpists and musicians, flautists and trumpeters, shall never be heard in you again! And the craftsman of any craft shall never be found in you again! And the sound of a mill shall never be heard in you again!


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