Biblia Todo Logo
Bíobla ar líne
- Fógraí -





Jeremiah 46:16 - Tree of Life Version

16 They keep stumbling, yes, falling over each other. Then they said: ‘Get up! Let’s return to our own people, to the land of our birth, away from the oppressor’s sword.’

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 He made many to fall, yea, one fell upon another: and they said, Arise, and let us go again to our own people, and to the land of our nativity, from the oppressing sword.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 [The Lord] made many to stumble and fall; yes, they fell one upon another. And they said, Arise, and let us go back to our own people and to the land of our birth, away from the sword of the oppressor.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

16 He made many to stumble, yea, they fell one upon another: and they said, Arise, and let us go again to our own people, and to the land of our nativity, from the oppressing sword.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

16 He’s tripped them up; they fall over each other and say, “Let’s get out of here and go home to our people, where we were born, far away from the oppressor’s sword.”

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

16 He has multiplied those in ruin, and each man has fallen beside his neighbor. And they will say: 'Rise up, and let us return to our own people and to the land of our nativity, away from the face of the sword of the dove.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip




Jeremiah 46:16
5 Tagairtí Cros  

Even her mercenaries among her are like stall-fed calves, for they also will turn back— they will flee away together, they will not stand up— for the day of their calamity has come upon them, the time of their visitation.


“The swift cannot flee, nor the warrior escape. In the north by the river Euphrates They stumbled and fell.


Cut off the sower from Babylon and the one who wields a sickle in the time of harvest. Before the sword of the oppressor they will each turn to his people, each will flee to his own land.


We would have healed Babylon, but she cannot be healed. Abandon her! Let’s go, each one to his own country, for her judgment has reached up to the heavens and has risen beyond the skies.


Lean orainn:

Fógraí


Fógraí