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Ezekiel 21:9–10

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9t“Son of man, prophesy and say, Thus says the Lord, say:

i“A sword, a sword is sharpened

and also polished,

10jsharpened for slaughter,

jpolished to flash like lightning!

(Or kshall we rejoice? You have despised the rod, my son, lwith everything of wood.)3

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Footnotes

  1. 3Probable reading; Hebrew The rod of my son despises everything of wood

Cross references

  1. t[See ver. 2 above]
  2. iSee ver. 3
  3. j[ver. 15, 28]
  4. k[James 5:5]
  5. l[ch. 20:47]

In other versions

NIVNew International Version (2011)

“Son of man, prophesy and say, ‘This is what the Lord says:

“ ‘A sword, a sword,

sharpened and polished—

sharpened for the slaughter,

polished to flash like lightning!

“ ‘Shall we rejoice in the scepter of my royal son? The sword despises every such stick.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

“Son of man, prophesy, ‘This is what the Lord says!’ You are to proclaim,

‘A sword! A sword is sharpened

and also polished.

It is sharpened for slaughter,

polished to flash like lightning!

Should we rejoice?

The scepter of my son,

the sword despises every tree.

NLTNew Living Translation

“Son of man, give the people this message from the Lord:

“A sword, a sword

is being sharpened and polished.

It is sharpened for terrible slaughter

and polished to flash like lightning!

Now will you laugh?

Those far stronger than you have fallen beneath its power!

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

“Son of man, prophesy, and you must say, ‘Thus says the Lord,’ say, ‘A sword, a sword is sharpened and is also polished. It is sharpened to slaughter a slaughter, polished to flash like lightning! Or will we rejoice? A rod, my son, is despising every tree.

KJV 1900King James Version

Son of man, prophesy, and say, Thus saith the Lord; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished: It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son, as every tree.