On all the rooftops of Moab and in her public squares, everyone is mourning because I have shattered Moab like a jar no one wants.” This is the LORD’s declaration.

在摩押的各房顶上和街市上处处有人哀哭；因我打碎摩押，好像打碎无人喜悦的器皿。这是耶和华说的。

在摩押的各房顶上和街市上到处有人哀哭，因我打碎摩押，好像打碎无人喜爱的器皿。这是耶和华说的。

在摩押的各房顶上和街市上到处有人哀哭，因我打碎摩押，好像打碎无人喜爱的器皿。这是耶和华说的。

在摩押境内的屋顶和街头巷尾，哀声处处可闻，因为我已把摩押打得粉碎，好像打碎没人要的器皿。这是耶和华说的。

摩押境内一切房顶上和广场上，处处都有哀哭的声音；因为我击碎了摩押，好像打碎没有人要的器皿。”这是耶和华的宣告。

在摩押的各房頂上和街市上處處有人哀哭；因我打碎摩押，好像打碎無人喜悅的器皿。這是耶和華說的。

在摩押的各房頂上和街市上到處有人哀哭，因我打碎摩押，好像打碎無人喜愛的器皿。這是耶和華說的。

在摩押的各房頂上和街市上到處有人哀哭，因我打碎摩押，好像打碎無人喜愛的器皿。這是耶和華說的。

在摩押境內的屋頂和街頭巷尾，哀聲處處可聞，因為我已把摩押打得粉碎，好像打碎沒人要的器皿。這是耶和華說的。

摩押境內一切房頂上和廣場上，處處都有哀哭的聲音；因為我擊碎了摩押，好像打碎沒有人要的器皿。”這是耶和華的宣告。

在摩押的各房頂和他的廣場上處處都有號咷哀哭；因為我擊破了摩押好像無人喜悅的器皿：這是永恆主發神諭說的。

摩押屋頂衢間、隨在哀哭、蓋我毀摩押、如無人悅之器、耶和華言之矣、

耶和華曰、凡摩押樓巔衢側、必有哀哭之聲、蓋予摧折摩押、棄若敝物。

主曰、在摩押各樓巔、諸街衢、人俱哀哭、蓋我已毀摩押、如毀無用之器皿、

On all the roofs in Moab and in the public squares there is nothing but mourning, for I have broken Moab like a jar that no one wants,” declares the Lord.

Weeping is the only sound in Moab. It is heard on all its roofs. It is heard in the market. I have broken Moab like a jar that no one wants,” announces the Lord.

On all the housetops of Moab and in the squares there is nothing but lamentation, for I have broken Moab like a vessel for which no one cares, declares the Lord.

There is crying and sorrow in every Moabite home and on every street. For I have smashed Moab like an old, unwanted jar.

On all the housetops of Moab and in its public squares there is mourning everywhere; for I have broken Moab like an undesirable vessel,” declares the Lord.

A general lamentation On all the housetops of Moab, And in its streets; For I have broken Moab like a vessel in which is no pleasure,” says the Lord.

On all the housetops of Moab and in the streets thereof there is lamentation every where; for I have broken Moab like a vessel wherein none delighteth, saith Jehovah.

On all the rooftops of Moab and in her public squares, everyone is mourning because I have shattered Moab like a jar no one wants.” This is the Lord’s declaration.

[ There shall be] lamentation generally upon all the housetops of Moab, and in the streets thereof: for I have broken Moab like a vessel wherein[ is] no pleasure, saith the LORD.

On all the housetops in Moab and in all its public squares there will be nothing but mourning. For I will break Moab like an unwanted jar. I, the LORD, affirm it!

On all the housetops of Moab, and in its streets, there is lamentation everywhere; for I have broken Moab like a vessel in which no one delights,” says Yahweh.

Is this man Coniah a despised, shattered pot, a jar no one wants? Why are he and his descendants hurled out and cast into a land they have not known?

Wail, you shepherds, and cry out. Roll in the dust, you leaders of the flock. Because the days of your slaughter have come, you will fall and become shattered like a precious vase.

A pronouncement concerning the Valley of Vision: What’s the matter with you? Why have all of you gone up to the rooftops?

You will break them with an iron scepter; you will shatter them like pottery.”

Now in a large house there are not only gold and silver vessels, but also those of wood and clay; some for honorable use and some for dishonorable.So if anyone purifies himself from anything dishonorable, he will be a special instrument, set apart, useful to the Master, prepared for every good work.

and he will rule them with an iron scepter; he will shatter them like pottery—

Israel is swallowed up! Now they are among the nations like discarded pottery.

Or has the potter no right over the clay, to make from the same lump one piece of pottery for honor and another for dishonor?And what if God, wanting to display his wrath and to make his power known, endured with much patience objects of wrath prepared for destruction?

Its collapse will be like the shattering of a potter’s jar, crushed to pieces, so that not even a fragment of pottery will be found among its shattered remains— no fragment large enough to take fire from a hearth or scoop water from a cistern.”

In its streets they wear sackcloth; on its rooftops and in its public squares everyone wails, falling down and weeping.