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Micah 1:9 - Tree of Life Version

9 For her wounds are incurable. For it has come up to Judah. It has reached the gate of my people— even up to Jerusalem!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 For her wound is incurable; for it is come unto Judah; he is come unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 For [Samaria's] wounds are incurable and they come even to Judah; He [the Lord] has reached to the gate of my people, to Jerusalem.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 For her wounds are incurable; for it is come even unto Judah; it reacheth unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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Common English Bible

9 Indeed, Zion has been weakened by her wounds! It has come as far as Judah; he has struck as far as the gate of my people, as far as Jerusalem.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 For her wound has been in despair. For it has come even to Judah. It has touched the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem.

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Micah 1:9
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Her gates will lament and mourn. Desolate, she will sit on the ground.


Now it came to pass in the fourteenth year of King Hezekiah that King Sennacherib of Assyria came up against all the fortified cities of Judah and captured them.


The king of Assyria sent the Rab-shakeh from Lachish to Jerusalem to King Hezekiah with a massive army. The Rab-shakeh stood by the aqueduct of the upper pool in the highway of the washer’s field.


Why is my pain unending and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You be to me like a mirage of water that is undependable?


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


For she who dwells in Maroth has languished for something good. For calamity has come down from Adonai to Jerusalem’s gate.


So also I will strike you severely, desolating you because of your sins.


There is no cure for your brokenness, your wound is severe. All who hear the report about you, clap hands over you. For over whom has not passed your constant cruelty?


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