Biblia Todo Logo
Bíobla ar líne
- Fógraí -





Isaiah 23:12 - Tree of Life Version

12 He said, “You will exult no more.” O crushed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, cross over to Cyprus— even there you will have no rest.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 And He said, You shall no more exult, you oppressed and crushed one, O Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim (Cyprus); but even there you will have no rest.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

12 saying, You will no longer celebrate, violated virgin Daughter Sidon. Get up and head to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

12 And he said: "You shall no longer increase so as to glory, while enduring calumny, O virgin daughter of Sidon. Rise up and set sail for Kittim; in that place, too, there will be no rest for you."

Féach an chaibidil Cóip




Isaiah 23:12
21 Tagairtí Cros  

Javan’s sons were Elishah and Tarshish, Kittites and Dodanites.


Zebulun will dwell by the seashore, and be by a harbor for ships— his distant border reaches Sidon.


Is this your jubilant city? Whose antiquity is from long ago, whose feet have taken her to settle in far off lands?


this is the word that Adonai has spoken about him: “The virgin Daughter of Zion will despise you and mock you. The daughter of Jerusalem will shake her head at you.


Come down and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no more be called tender and delicate.


Sit in silence, go into darkness, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no more be called the mistress-queen of kingdoms.


You will say this word to them: “Let my eyes overflow with tears. Night and day, may they never stop. For the virgin daughter of my people is crushed with a great blow, with a sorely infected wound.”


Cross to the coasts of Kittim and see! Send to Kedar, and observe carefully. See if there has been anything like this.


Go up into Gilead and get balm, O virgin daughter of Egypt. In vain you use many medicines— there is no cure for you.


The Lord has rejected all the mighty ones in my midst. He has summoned an assembly against me to crush my young men. In a winepress the Lord has trampled the virgin daughter of Judah.


Judah is gone into exile under affliction and great servitude. She dwells among the nations. She finds no resting place. All her pursuers have overtaken her in the midst of her distress.


“Turn away! Unclean!” They cry to them. “Turn away, turn away! Don’t touch!” So they fled and wandered about. People among the nations say, “They can stay here no longer.”


They made your oars from Bashan’s oaks. Of boxwood from the islands of Kittim they made your decks, inlaid with ivory.


The ships of Kittim will come against him, and he will lose heart. Then he will turn back and vent his rage against the holy covenant. When he returns, he will favor those who forsake the holy covenant.


Ships will come from Kittim’s shore. They will afflict Asshur and Eber, but they too will come to destruction.”


Then Adonai gave them into the hand of Israel, so they defeated them and chased them as far as Great Zidon and Misrephoth-maim, and up to the Valley of Mizpeh eastward. They struck them down until they left them no survivors.


And the sound of harpists and musicians, flautists and trumpeters, shall never be heard in you again! And the craftsman of any craft shall never be found in you again! And the sound of a mill shall never be heard in you again!


Lean orainn:

Fógraí


Fógraí