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Ezekiel 21:15 - Tree of Life Version

15 Sharpened to slaughter ruthlessly! Polished so it will flash like lightning! Or should we rejoice? It is the rod, My son—despising every tree!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 I have set the point of the sword against all their gates, that their heart may faint, and their ruins be multiplied: ah! it is made bright, it is wrapped up for the slaughter.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 I have set the threatening and glittering sword against all their gates, that their hearts may melt and their stumblings be multiplied. Ah! It is made [to flash] like lightning; it is pointed and sharpened for slaughter.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 I have set the threatening sword against all their gates, that their heart may melt, and their stumblings be multiplied: ah! it is made as lightning, it is pointed for slaughter.

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Common English Bible

15 to make hearts shudder, to make many stumble and fall. I’ve set the slaughtering sword against all their gates. Oh! It’s crafted to flash like lightning, polished for slaughter!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 and to waste away in heart, and which multiplies ruin. At all their gates, I have presented the consternation of the sword, which has been sharpened and polished so as to shine, which has been dressed for the slaughter.

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Ezekiel 21:15
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Then even one who is valiant, whose heart is like the heart of a lion, will utterly melt away—for all Israel knows that your father is a mighty warrior and those who are with him are valiant men.


They open wide their mouths against me, like a tearing, roaring lion.


We grope along the wall like the blind. We grope like those with no eyes. We stumble at noon as at twilight. We are like the dead in desolation.


Give glory to Adonai your God, before it grows dark, and before your feet stumble on mountains at dusk. When you look for light, He turns it into the shadow of death, and turns it into deep darkness.


“But if you do not listen to Me to keep Yom Shabbat holy, by not bearing a burden or entering through the gates of Jerusalem on Yom Shabbat, then I will set its gates on fire, and it will consume the citadels of Jerusalem, and not be quenched.’”


Yet My people have forgotten Me. They burn incense to a delusion and stumble in their ways— off the ancient paths— to walk on side-tracks, rather than a built-up highway.


I will set My face against them. Even if they come out of the fire, the fire will yet devour them. So you will know that I am Adonai, when I set My face against them.


All flesh will know that I, Adonai, have drawn My sword from its sheath; it will not return any more.


It is given to be polished, to be seized. The sword is sharpened, polished, to be put into the hand of the slayer.


You, son of man, prophesy. Strike your hands together. The sword will strike twice, even three times, a sword for the slain, a sword for a great slaughter—it surrounds them!


I also will clap My hands together. So I will satisfy My wrath. I, Adonai, have spoken.’”


It will seem to them like a false divination. They have sworn solemn oaths, but he will remember their iniquity, so they may be seized.”


“Son of man, set your face toward Jerusalem and proclaim to the sanctuaries and prophesy against the land of Israel.


When we heard about it, our hearts melted, and no spirit remained any more in anyone because of you. For Adonai your God, He is God, in heaven above and on earth beneath.


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