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Isaiah 19:8 - Tree of Life Version

8 Then the fishermen will lament. All who cast hooks in the Nile will mourn, and those who spread nets on the waters will languish.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 The fishers also shall mourn, and all they that cast angle into the brooks shall lament, and they that spread nets upon the waters shall languish.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 The fishermen will lament, and all who cast a hook into the Nile will mourn; and they who spread nets upon the waters will languish.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 And the fishers shall lament, and all they that cast angle into the Nile shall mourn, and they that spread nets upon the waters shall languish.

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Common English Bible

8 Those who fish will lament; all who cast fishhooks in the Nile will mourn, and those who spread nets on the water will pine away.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 And the fishermen will grieve. And all who cast a hook into the river will mourn. And those who cast a net upon the surface of its waters will languish.

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Isaiah 19:8
6 Tagairtí Cros  

When the fish that were in the river died, the river became so foul that the Egyptians could not drink water from the river. The blood was throughout all the land of Egypt.


Fishermen will stand by it; from En-gedi to En-eglaim, it will be a place for spreading of nets. Their fish will be of many different kinds—like the fish of the Great Sea, a huge quantity.


He brings up all with hook in jaw, drags away in his dragnet, or gathers with his fishing-net. Therefore he rejoices with glee.


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


We remember the fish that we used to eat in Egypt, for free—the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, and the garlic!


‘We played the flute for you, but you did not dance. We wailed, but you did not mourn.’


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