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Isaiah 5:12 - Tree of Life Version

12 Harp and lyre, tambourine and flute, and wine are at their banquets. They do not notice Adonai’s activity nor see the works of His hands.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And the harp, and the viol, the tabret, and pipe, and wine, are in their feasts: but they regard not the work of the LORD, neither consider the operation of his hands.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 They have lyre and harp, tambourine and flute and wine at their feasts, but they do not regard the deeds of the Lord, neither do they consider the operation of His hands [in mercy and in judgment].

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And the harp and the lute, the tabret and the pipe, and wine, are in their feasts; but they regard not the work of Jehovah, neither have they considered the operation of his hands.

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Common English Bible

12 They party with lyre and harp, tambourine, flute, and wine; but they ignore the LORD’s work; they can’t see what God is doing.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 Harp and lyre and timbrel and pipe, as well as wine, are at your feasts. But you do not respect the work of the Lord, nor do you consider the works of his hands.

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Isaiah 5:12
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Why did you secretly flee away, and steal from me? Why didn’t you tell me, so I could send you away with joy and with songs, with tambourines and with lyres?


But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years are left of my life that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


because they turned from following Him, and have not understood any of His ways.


Since they show no regard for the deeds of Adonai nor the work of His hands, He will tear them down and never build them up.


But instead, there is joy and gladness, slaughtering cattle and killing sheep, meat and drinking wine! “Let’s eat and drink, for tomorrow we will die!”


The glee of tambourines stops, the noise of revelers ends, the joy of the harp ceases.


Oy , Ariel, Ariel! City where David camped. Year to year again—festivals in a cycle.


They say: “Let Him hurry up and hasten His work, so we may see it! Let the plan of the Holy One of Israel draw near and come, so we may know it!”


“Come, let’s get wine, let’s guzzle strong drink. Tomorrow will be like today, only even better!”


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


Instead you have exalted yourself against the Lord of heaven. You had the vessels of His House brought before you, and you and your nobles, your consorts and your concubines have been drinking wine in them. You have praised the gods made of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood and stone, which cannot see or hear or understand. Yet you did not honor the God who holds in His hand your very breath and all your ways.


“Now there was a rich man dressed in purple and fine linen, living it up in luxury every day.


It is the same for lifeless things that make a sound—like a flute or a harp. If they make no distinction in the tones, how will what is played be recognized?


These people are hidden rocky reefs at your love feasts—shamelessly feasting with you, tending only to themselves. They are waterless clouds, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, doubly dead, uprooted;


Only fear Adonai and worship Him in truth with all your heart, considering how magnificently He has dealt with you.


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