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Isaiah 14:5 - Tree of Life Version

5 Adonai has broken the rod of the wicked, the scepter of the rulers,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 The LORD hath broken the staff of the wicked, and the sceptre of the rulers.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 The Lord has broken the staff of the wicked, the scepter of the [tyrant] rulers,

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Jehovah hath broken the staff of the wicked, the sceptre of the rulers;

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Common English Bible

5 The LORD has broken the staff of the wicked, the rod of tyrants

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 The Lord has crushed the staff of the impious, the scepter of despots,

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Isaiah 14:5
12 Tagairtí Cros  

For a scepter of wickedness will not rest over the land of the righteous— lest the righteous set their hands to evil.


Like a roaring lion or a prowling bear is a wicked ruler over helpless people.


Oy to Assyria, the rod of My anger— the club in their hand is My indignation!


I will punish the world for evil, and the wicked for their iniquity. I will put an end to the arrogance of the proud, and abase the insolence of tyrants.


Do not rejoice, all you of Philistia, that the rod that struck you is broken. For from the serpent’s root comes a viper and its fruit will be a flying serpent.


you will take up this taunt against the king of Babylon and say: “How the taskmaster has ceased! The raging oppressor, exacter of gold, has ceased!


which struck the people in wrath with continual strokes, which ruled the nations in fury, with relentless persecution.


For You will break the burdensome yoke and the rod on his shoulder— the war-club of his oppressor— as in the day of Midian.


For every stomping boot quaking and cloak rolled in blood will be for burning— fuel for the fire.


They have heard me groaning. There is no one to comfort me. All my enemies heard of my distress, They rejoice that You have done it. May You bring about the day that You proclaimed, so they may become like me!


Will he empty his net for this reason —continually slaying nations— with no compassion?


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