And her gates shall lament and mourn; and she being desolate shall sit upon the ground.
Micah 1:9 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769 For her wound is incurable; for it is come unto Judah; he is come unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem. 更多版本Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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. American Standard Version (1901) For her wounds are incurable; for it is come even unto Judah; it reacheth unto the gate of my people, even to Jerusalem. Common English Bible 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. Catholic Public Domain Version 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. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Because her wound is desperate, because it is come even to Juda, it hath touched the gate of my people even to Jerusalem. English Standard Version 2016 For her wound is incurable, and it has come to Judah; it has reached to the gate of my people, to Jerusalem. |
And her gates shall lament and mourn; and she being desolate shall sit upon the ground.
Now it came to pass in the fourteenth year of king Hezekiah, that Sennacherib king of Assyria came up against all the defenced cities of Judah, and took them.
And the king of Assyria sent Rabshakeh from Lachish to Jerusalem unto king Hezekiah with a great army. And he stood by the conduit of the upper pool in the highway of the fuller's field.
Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?
Go up into Gilead, and take balm, O virgin, the daughter of Egypt: in vain shalt thou use many medicines; for thou shalt not be cured.
For the inhabitant of Maroth waited carefully for good: but evil came down from the LORD unto the gate of Jerusalem.
Therefore also will I make thee sick in smiting thee, in making thee desolate because of thy sins.
There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?