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Isaiah 23:12 - Y'all Version Bible

12 He said, “You will rejoice no more, you oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim. Even there you will have no rest.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin, daughter of Zidon: arise, pass over to Chittim; there also shalt thou have no rest.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 And He said, You shall no more exult, you oppressed and crushed one, O Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Arise, pass over to Kittim (Cyprus); but even there you will have no rest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And he said, Thou shalt no more rejoice, O thou oppressed virgin daughter of Sidon: arise, pass over to Kittim; even there shalt thou have no rest.

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Common English Bible

12 saying, You will no longer celebrate, violated virgin Daughter Sidon. Get up and head to Cyprus; even there you will find no rest.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 And he said: "You shall no longer increase so as to glory, while enduring calumny, O virgin daughter of Sidon. Rise up and set sail for Kittim; in that place, too, there will be no rest for you."

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Isaiah 23:12
21 Tagairtí Cros  

The sons of Javan were: Elishah, Tarshish, Kittim, and Dodanim.


“Zebulun will dwell at the haven of the sea. He will be for a haven of ships. His border will be on Sidon.


Is this y’all’s joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days, whose feet carried her far away to travel?


this is the word which YHWH has spoken concerning him: The virgin daughter of Zion has despised you and ridiculed you. The daughter of Jerusalem has shaken her head at you.


“Come down and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no longer be called tender and delicate.


“Sit in silence, and go into darkness, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no longer be called the mistress of kingdoms.


“You are to speak this word to them: “‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease. For the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous wound.


Y’all cross over to the islands of Kittim, and look*. Y’all send to Kedar and consider* diligently, and see* if there has been such a thing.


Go up into Gilead, and take balm, virgin daughter of Egypt. You use many medicines in vain. There is no healing for you.


“The Lord has set at nothing all my mighty men within me. He has called a solemn assembly against me to crush my young men. The Lord has trodden the virgin daughter of Judah as in a wine press.


Judah has gone into captivity because of affliction and because of great servitude. She dwells among the nations. She finds no rest. All her persecutors overtook her in her distress.


“Y’all go away!” they cried to them. “Unclean! Go away, y’all! Go away, y’all! Y’all must not touch us! So they fled and wandered, and it was said among the nations, “They can’t live here any more.”


They have made your oars of the oaks of Bashan. They have made your benches of ivory inlaid in cypress wood from the islands of Kittim.


For ships of Kittim will come against him. Therefore he will be grieved, and will return, and have indignation against the holy covenant, and will take action. He will even return, and have regard to those who forsake the holy covenant.


But ships will come from the coast of Kittim. They will afflict Asshur and Eber. So they also will come to destruction.”


YHWH delivered them into the hand of Israel, and they struck them, and chased them to great Sidon, and to Misrephoth Maim, and to the valley of Mizpah eastward. They struck them until they left them no one remaining.


The sound of harpists, minstrels, flute players, and trumpeters will never be heard in you again. No craftsperson of any craft will ever be found in you again. The sound of a mill will never be heard in you again.


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