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Isaiah 14:18 - English Standard Version 2016

18 All the kings of the nations lie in glory, each in his own tomb;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 All the kings of the nations, even all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them lie sleeping in glorious array, each one in his own sepulcher.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, every one in his own house.

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Common English Bible

18 All the kings of the nations lie down honored, all of them, each in his own tomb.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 All the kings of the nations throughout the whole world have slept in glory, each man in his own house.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house.

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Isaiah 14:18
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But when they went to bury her, they found no more of her than the skull and the feet and the palms of her hands.


And they buried him in the city of David among the kings, because he had done good in Israel, and toward God and his house.


When they had departed from him, leaving him severely wounded, his servants conspired against him because of the blood of the son of Jehoiada the priest, and killed him on his bed. So he died, and they buried him in the city of David, but they did not bury him in the tombs of the kings.


with kings and counselors of the earth who rebuilt ruins for themselves,


For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for all living.


they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—


If a man fathers a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not satisfied with life’s good things, and he also has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.


who made the world like a desert and overthrew its cities, who did not let his prisoners go home?’


but you are cast out, away from your grave, like a loathed branch, clothed with the slain, those pierced by the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit, like a dead body trampled underfoot.


What have you to do here, and whom have you here, that you have cut out here a tomb for yourself, you who cut out a tomb on the height and carve a dwelling for yourself in the rock?


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