Hosea 13:14

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1. KJV King James Version

   14 I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction: repentance shall be hid from mine eyes.*13.14 power: Heb. hand

2. NIV New International Version

   14 "I will deliver this people from the power of the grave;

   I will redeem them from death.

   Where, O death, are your plagues?

   Where, O grave, is your destruction?

   "I will have no compassion,

3. NLT New Living Translation

   14 "Should I ransom them from the grave*13:14a Hebrew Sheol; also in 13:14b.?

   Should I redeem them from death?

   O death, bring on your terrors!

   O grave, bring on your plagues!*13:14b Greek version reads O death, where is your punishment? / O grave [Hades], where is your sting? Compare 1 Cor 15:55.

   For I will not take pity on them.

4. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   14 "I will ransom them from the power of the grave;

   I will redeem them from death.

   *(1 Cor. 15:54, 55)O Death, I will be your plagues!

   O Grave, I will be your destruction!

   *Jer. 15:6Pity is hidden from My eyes."

5. NASB New American Standard Bible 2020

   14 Shall I ransom them from the *13:14 Lit handpower of Sheol?

   Shall I redeem them from death?

   Death, where are your *13:14 Or stingsthorns?

   Sheol, where is your sting?

   Compassion will be hidden from My sight.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   14 I will ransom them from the power of Sheol.

   I will redeem  * 13:14 Or Should I ransom . . . ? Should I redeem . . . ? them from death.  * 13:14 Hs 6:1–2

   Death, where are your barbs?

   Sheol, where is your sting?  * 13:14 1Co 15:55

   Compassion is hidden from my eyes.  * 13:14 Jr 20:16; 31:35–37

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   14 I will deliver them out of the hand of death. I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy death; O hell, I will be thy bite: comfort is hidden from my eyes.

8. MSG The Message

   13-15 "When birth pangs signaled it was time to be born,

   Ephraim was too stupid to come out of the womb.

   When the passage into life opened up,

   he didn’t show.

   Shall I intervene and pull them into life?

   Shall I snatch them from a certain death?

   Who is afraid of you, Death?

   Who cares about your threats, Tomb?

   In the end I’m abolishing regret,

   banishing sorrow,

   Even though Ephraim ran wild,

   the black sheep of the family.