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Isaiah 15:3 - Tree of Life Version

3 In their streets they wear sackcloth. On their housetops and in their plazas, everyone wails, weeping profusely.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 In their streets they shall gird themselves with sackcloth: on the tops of their houses, and in their streets, every one shall howl, weeping abundantly.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on the tops of their houses and in their broad places everyone wails, weeping abundantly.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth; on their housetops, and in their broad places, every one waileth, weeping abundantly.

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Common English Bible

3 In its streets they wear mourning clothes; on its rooftops and in its plazas, everyone wails and falls down weeping.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 At their crossroads, they have been wrapped with sackcloth. On their rooftops and in their streets, everyone descends, wailing and weeping.

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Isaiah 15:3
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Then David said to Joab and to all the people who were with him, “Rend your clothes, gird with sackcloth, and lament before Abner.” King David walked behind the platform.


Now it came to pass when the king heard the words of the woman, that he tore his clothes—as he was passing by on the wall, the people looked, and behold, he had sackcloth underneath upon his flesh.


He has gone up to the shrine, to Dibon, to the high places to weep. Moab wails over Nebo and Medeba. Every head is bald, every beard shaven.


The burden of the Valley of Vision: What is the matter with you now? For you have gone up to the rooftops.


Therefore I said, “Look away from me! Let me weep bitterly— don’t try to comfort me about the ruin of the daughter of my people.”


Now it will come to pass: Instead of sweet spices there will be rottenness; instead of a sash, rags; instead of curled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothing, sackcloth; and branding instead of beauty.


The houses of Jerusalem and the houses of the kings of Judah will be as defiled as the place Topheth—all the houses on whose roofs they burned incense to the whole heavenly host and poured out drink offerings to other gods.”


For every head is bald, every beard clipped, on all the hands are gashes, and around the waist sackcloth.


The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground in silence. They threw dust on their heads and girded themselves with sackcloth. The maidens of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.


They will also gird on sackcloth. Horror will cover them. Shame will be upon all faces. Baldness will be upon all their heads.


I will turn your festivals into mourning and all your songs into a dirge. I will pull up sackcloth on every waist and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son— its end a bitter day.”


“Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have turned long ago in sackcloth and ashes.


“When you build a new house, you are to make a guardrail for your roof, so that you do not bring the guilt of blood on your house if anyone falls from it.


Come now, you rich, weep and wail over the miseries that are coming upon you.


The people who did not die were afflicted with tumors, so that the outcry of the city went up to heaven.


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