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Isaiah 14:11 - Tree of Life Version

11 Your pomp is brought down to Sheol with the music of your harps. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Your pomp and magnificence are brought down to Sheol (the underworld), along with the sound of your harps; the maggots [which prey upon dead bodies] are spread out under you and worms cover you [O Babylonian rulers].

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Thy pomp is brought down to Sheol, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and worms cover thee.

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Common English Bible

11 Your majesty has been brought down to the underworld, along with the sound of your harps. Under you is a bed of maggots, and worms are your blanket.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Your arrogance has been dragged down to Hell. Your body has fallen dead. The moths will be strewn beneath you, and the worms will be your covering.

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Isaiah 14:11
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Together they lie in the dust and worms cover over them.


You were full of noise, a boisterous city, an exultant town? Your dead were not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.


Therefore Sheol has enlarged its gullet and opened its measureless mouth— down goes her glory, her tumult, her uproar, and the revelry in her.


For the moth will eat them like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool. But My righteousness will be forever and My salvation for all generations.”


“As they leave, they will look on the corpses of the people who rebelled against Me. For their worm will not die, and their fire will not be quenched, and they will be a horror to all flesh.”


I will put an end to the sound of your songs. The sound of your lyres will no longer be heard.


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