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Micah 4:9 - Y'all Version Bible

9 Now why do you cry out aloud? Is there no king in you? Has your counselor perished, that pains have taken hold of you as of a woman in travail?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Now why dost thou cry out aloud? is there no king in thee? is thy counsellor perished? for pangs have taken thee as a woman in travail.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 Now why do you cry aloud? Is there no king among you? Has your counselor perished, that pains have taken you like a woman in labor?

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Now why dost thou cry out aloud? Is there no king in thee, is thy counsellor perished, that pangs have taken hold of thee as of a woman in travail?

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Common English Bible

9 Now why do you cry out so loudly? Isn’t the king in you? Or has your counselor perished, so that pain has seized you like that of a woman in labor?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 Now, why have you come together in grief? Is there not a king in you, or has your counselor gone away? For sorrow has overtaken you, like the pain of giving birth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 Now, why art thou drawn together with grief? Hast thou no king in thee, or is thy counsellor perished, because sorrow hath taken thee as a woman in labour?

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Micah 4:9
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They will be dismayed. Pangs and sorrows will seize them. They will be in pain like a woman in labor. They will look in amazement one at another. Their faces will be faces of flame.


Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have seized me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can’t hear. I am so dismayed that I can’t see.


Just as a woman with child, who draws near the time of her delivery, is in pain and cries out in her pangs, so we have been before you, YHWH.


Inhabitant of Lebanon, who makes your nest in the cedars, how greatly to be pitied you will be when pangs come on you, the pain as of a woman in travail!


Therefore don’t be afraid, O Jacob my servant, says YHWH. Don’t be dismayed, Israel. For I will save you from afar, and save your offspring from the land of their captivity. Jacob will return, and will be quiet and at ease. No one will make him afraid.


How long will I see the standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?


For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”


Kerioth is taken, and the strongholds are seized. The heart of the mighty men of Moab at that day will be as the heart of a woman in her pangs.


The king of Babylon has heard the news of them, and his hands become feeble. Anguish has taken hold of him, pains as of a woman in labor.


Listen! The voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: “Isn’t YHWH in Zion? Isn’t her King in her?” “Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign idols?”


The breath of our nostrils, the anointed of YHWH, was taken in their pits; of whom we said, under his shadow we will live among the nations.


Surely now they will say, “We have no king; for we don’t fear YHWH; and the king, what can he do for us?”


The sorrows of a travailing woman will come on him. He is an unwise son, for when it is time, he doesn’t come to the opening of the womb.


For the children of Israel will live many days without king, without prince, without sacrifice, without sacred stone, and without ephod or idols.


Therefore he will abandon them until the time that she who is in labor gives birth. Then the rest of his brothers will return to the children of Israel.


A woman, when she gives birth, has pain because her time has come. But when she has delivered the child, she doesn’t remember the anguish anymore, for the joy that a human being is born into the world.


She had a child in her womb. She cried out in pain and was tortured in giving birth.


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