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Amos 8:3 - Y'all Version Bible

3 The songs of the temple will be wailing in that day,” says Lord YHWH. “The dead bodies will be many. In every place they will throw them out with silence.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 And the songs of the temple shall be howlings in that day, saith the Lord GOD: there shall be many dead bodies in every place; they shall cast them forth with silence.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 And the songs of the temple shall become wailings in that day, says the Lord God. The dead bodies shall be many; in every place they shall be cast forth in silence.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 And the songs of the temple shall be wailings in that day, saith the Lord Jehovah: the dead bodies shall be many; in every place shall they cast them forth with silence.

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Common English Bible

3 On that day, the people will wail the temple songs,” says the LORD God; “there will be many corpses, thrown about everywhere. Silence.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 And the hinges of the temple will creak in that day, says the Lord God. Many will die. Silence will be thrown away in all places.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 And the hinges of the temple shall screak in that day, saith the Lord God: many shall die: silence shall be cast in every place.

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Amos 8:3
21 Tagairtí Cros  

I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.


Then the Angel of YHWH went out and struck one hundred and eighty-five thousand men in the camp of the Assyrians. When the people arose early in the morning, there were all dead bodies!


Therefore YHWH says concerning Jehoiakim the son of Josiah, king of Judah: “They won’t mourn for him, saying, ‘Alas my brother!’ or, ‘Alas sister!’ They won’t lament for him, saying ‘Alas lord!’ or, ‘Alas his glory!’


The elders of the daughter of Zion sit on the ground. They keep silence. They have cast up dust on their heads. They have clothed themselves with sackcloth. The virgins of Jerusalem hang down their heads to the ground.


Be confounded, you farmers! Wail, you vineyard keepers, for the wheat and for the barley; for the harvest of the field has perished.


Y’all get dressed and mourn, priests! Y’all wail, ministers of the altar. Y’all come and lie all night in sackcloth, ministers of my God, for the meal offering and the drink offering are withheld from y’all’s God’s house.


Y’all wake up, drunkards, and weep! Y’all wail, all drinkers of wine, because the sweet wine is cut off from y’all’s mouth.


Then Moses said to Aaron, “This is what YHWH spoke of, saying, ‘I will show myself holy to those who come near me, and before all the people I will be glorified.’” Aaron held his peace.


“I sent plagues among y’all like I did Egypt. I have slain y’all’s young men with the sword, and have carried away y’all’s horses. I filled y’all’s nostrils with the stench of y’all’s camp, yet y’all haven’t returned to me,” says YHWH.


Therefore YHWH, the God of Armies, the Lord, says: “Wailing will be in all the wide ways. They will say in all the streets, ‘Alas! Alas!’ They will call the farmer to mourning, and those who are skillful in lamentation to wailing.


Take away from me the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps.


who lie on beds of ivory, and stretch themselves on their couches, and eat the lambs out of the flock, and the calves out of the middle of the stall,


who strum on the strings of a harp, who invent for themselves instruments of music, like David;


“Lord YHWH has sworn by himself,” says YHWH, the God of Armies: “I abhor the pride of Jacob, and detest his fortresses. Therefore I will deliver up the city with all that is in it.


I will turn y’all’s feasts into mourning, and all y’all’s songs into lamentation. I will make everyone wear sackcloth on their bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and its end like a bitter day.


the horseman charging, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies


Be silent at the presence of Lord YHWH, for the day of YHWH is at hand. For YHWH has prepared a sacrifice. He has consecrated his guests.


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