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Ezekiel 16:5 - Tree of Life Version

5 No eye pitied you enough to do any of these things to you out of compassion. Instead you were cast out in the open field, for you were detested on the day you were born.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 None eye pitied thee, to do any of these unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, to the lothing of thy person, in the day that thou wast born.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 No eye pitied you to do any of these things for you, to have compassion on you; but you were cast out in the open field, for your person was abhorrent and loathsome on the day that you were born.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 No eye pitied thee, to do any of these things unto thee, to have compassion upon thee; but thou wast cast out in the open field, for that thy person was abhorred, in the day that thou wast born.

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Common English Bible

5 No one took pity or cared enough to do any of these things for you. You were despised on the day of your birth and thrown out on the open field.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 No eye took pity on you, so as to do even one of these things to you, out of compassion for you. Instead, you were cast upon the face of the earth, in the abjection of your soul, on the day when you were born.

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Ezekiel 16:5
13 Tagairtí Cros  

So she said to Abraham, “Drive out this female slave and her son, for the son of this female slave will not be an heir with my son—with Isaac.”


But Pharaoh charged all his people saying, “You are to cast every son that is born into the river, but let every daughter live.”


“Can a woman forget her nursing baby or lack compassion for a child of her womb? Even if these forget, I will not forget you.


With a donkey’s burial will he be buried, dragged off and thrown outside the gates of Jerusalem.


My eyes are filled with tears. My stomach is in torment. My heart is poured out on the ground over the destruction of the daughter of my people— as young children and infants languish in the city squares.


Arise! Cry out in the night at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord. Lift up your hands to Him for the life of your children who faint from hunger at the head of every street.


The hands of compassionate women boiled their own children. They became their food when the daughter of my people were destroyed.


Even jackals offer their breast to nurse their young. The daughter of my people has become cruel, like ostriches in the desert.


“When I passed by you, and saw you kicking in your blood. I said to you, ‘In your blood, live!’ Yes, I said to you, ‘In your blood, live!’


“But you, son of man, do not be afraid of them. Do not fear their words, though thistles and thorns are beside you and you sit among scorpions. Do not be afraid of their words or be dismayed by their looks—for they are a rebellious house.


Anyone out in the open field who touches a dead body, whether killed by a sword or was killed by a natural cause, or touches a human bone or a grave, shall be unclean seven days.


He found him in the wilderness land, in the void of a howling waste. He surrounded him, cared for him, guarded him as the pupil of His eye.


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