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Lamentations 4:2 - Tree of Life Version

2 The precious sons of Zion, once worth their weight in gold— alas! now they are treated like clay jars, the work of a potter’s hands!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 The precious sons of Zion, Comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, The work of the hands of the potter!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 The noble and precious sons of Zion, [once] worth their weight in fine gold–how they are esteemed [merely] as earthen pots or pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter! [Isa. 30:14; Jer. 19:11; II Cor. 4:7.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

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Common English Bible

2 Zion’s precious children, once valued as pure gold— oh no!—now they are worth no more than clay pots made by a potter.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 BETH. The famous sons of Zion, and those clothed with the foremost gold: how they have become like earthen vessels, the work of the hands of a potter.

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Lamentations 4:2
12 Tagairtí Cros  

Its collapse is like smashing a clay jar, so ruthlessly shattered that a shard will not be found among the pieces to take fire from the hearth or scoop water from the cistern.”


There is none to guide her among all the sons she has borne, nor is there one to take her by the hand among all the sons she has raised.


Thus said Adonai: “Go, buy a potter’s clay jar, take some elders of the people, some elders of the kohanim,


and say to them, thus says Adonai-Tzva’ot: ‘Even so I will shatter this people and this city, as one shatters a potter’s jar, which can never be made whole again. So they will be burying in Topheth, for there will be no other place to bury.’”


Is this man Coniah a despised, shattered pot— a jar with no delight in it? Why are he and his seed cast out into the land they do not know?


On the ground in the streets lie both young and old. My maidens and my young men have fallen by the sword. You slew them in the day of Your anger. You slaughtered them without pity.


Princes are hung up by their hands; elders are dishonored.


Israel has been swallowed up! Now they are among the nations, like an ornament with no delight in it.


I will bend Judah as my bow and fill it with Ephraim. I will rouse your sons, O Zion against your sons, O Greece. I will wield you like a warrior’s sword.


But we have this treasure in jars of clay, so that the surpassing greatness of the power may be from God and not from ourselves.


Now in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay—some for honor and some for common use.


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