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Isa.22.2
Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.
Isa.22.2
Shouting and cheering in the streets, the city noisy with celebrations!
Isa.22.2
O town full of commotion, O city of tumult and revelry? Your slain were not killed by the sword, nor did they die in battle.
Isa.22.2
You who are full of noise, A tumultuous city, a joyous city? Your slain men are not slain with the sword, Nor dead in battle.
Isa.22.2
The whole city is in a terrible uproar. What do I see in this reveling city? Bodies are lying everywhere, killed by famine and disease.
