Zechariah 9:3
Zechariah 9:3 — The New International Version (NIV)
3 Tyre has built herself a stronghold;
she has heaped up silver like dust,
and gold like the dirt of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — English Standard Version (ESV)
3 Tyre has built herself a rampart
and heaped up silver like dust,
and fine gold like the mud of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — New Living Translation (NLT)
3 Tyre has built a strong fortress
and has made silver and gold
as plentiful as dust in the streets!
Zechariah 9:3 — The New King James Version (NKJV)
3 For Tyre built herself a tower,
Heaped up silver like the dust,
And gold like the mire of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — New Century Version (NCV)
3 Tyre has built a strong wall for herself.
She has piled up silver like dust
and gold like the mud in the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — American Standard Version (ASV)
3 And Tyre did build herself a stronghold, and heaped up silver as the dust, and fine gold as the mire of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — 1890 Darby Bible (DARBY)
3 And Tyre hath built herself a stronghold, and hath heaped up silver as the dust, and fine gold as the mire of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)
3 Tyre built itself a fortress.
It piled up silver like dust
and gold like mud in the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — The Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)
3 Tyre has built herself a fortress;
she has heaped up silver like dust
and gold like the dirt of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — The New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
3 Tyre has built itself a rampart,
and heaped up silver like dust,
and gold like the dirt of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — The Lexham English Bible (LEB)
3 Tyre has built a fortification for itself,
and it heaped up silver like dust,
and gold like the mud of the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — New International Reader’s Version (1998) (NIrV)
3 Tyre’s people have built a fort for themselves.
They’ve piled up silver like dust.
They have as much gold as the dirt in the streets.
Zechariah 9:3 — New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update (NASB95)
3 For Tyre built herself a fortress
And piled up silver like dust,
And gold like the mire of the streets.