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Isaiah 19:8 - Y'all Version Bible

8 The fishermen will lament, and all those who fish in the Nile will mourn, and those who spread nets on the waters will languish.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 The fishers also shall mourn, and all they that cast angle into the brooks shall lament, and they that spread nets upon the waters shall languish.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 The fishermen will lament, and all who cast a hook into the Nile will mourn; and they who spread nets upon the waters will languish.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 And the fishers shall lament, and all they that cast angle into the Nile shall mourn, and they that spread nets upon the waters shall languish.

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Common English Bible

8 Those who fish will lament; all who cast fishhooks in the Nile will mourn, and those who spread nets on the water will pine away.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 And the fishermen will grieve. And all who cast a hook into the river will mourn. And those who cast a net upon the surface of its waters will languish.

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Isaiah 19:8
6 Tagairtí Cros  

The fish that were in the river died. The river became foul. The Egyptians couldn’t drink water from the river. The blood was throughout all the land of Egypt.


It will happen that fishermen will stand by it. From En Gedi even to En Eglaim will be a place for the spreading of nets. Their fish will be after their kinds, as the fish of the great sea, exceedingly many.


Chaldea takes up all of them with the hook. It catches them in its net and gathers them in its dragnet. Therefore its rejoices and is glad.


Will it therefore continually empty his net, and kill the nations without mercy?


We remember the fish, which we ate in Egypt for nothing; the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlic;


and say, ‘We played the flute for y’all, and y’all didn’t dance. We sang a dirge for y’all, and y’all didn’t mourn.’


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