Isaiah 51:17

Em outras traduções

1. NIV New International Version

   17 Awake, awake!

   Rise up, Jerusalem,

   you who have drunk from the hand of the Lord

   the cup of his wrath,

   you who have drained to its dregs

   the goblet that makes people stagger.

2. ESV English Standard Version

   17 *ver. 9;ch. 52:1Wake yourself, wake yourself,

   stand up, O Jerusalem,

   *Job 21:20;Jer. 25:15;[Matt. 20:22;26:39,42;Mark 10:38;14:36;Luke 22:42;John 18:11] you who have drunk from the hand of the Lord

   the cup of his wrath,

   who have drunk to the dregs

   the bowl, *Ps. 60:3;Zech. 12:2the cup of staggering.

3. NLT New Living Translation

   17 Wake up, wake up, O Jerusalem!

   You have drunk the cup of the Lord’s fury.

   You have drunk the cup of terror,

   tipping out its last drops.

4. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   17 *Is. 52:1Awake, awake!

   Stand up, O Jerusalem,

   You who *Job 21:20; Is. 29:9; Jer. 25:15; Rev. 14:10; 16:19have drunk at the hand of the Lord

   The cup of His fury;

   You have drunk the dregs of the cup of trembling,

   And drained it out.

5. NASB New American Standard Bible 2020

   17 Pull yourself up! Pull yourself up! Arise, Jerusalem!

   You who have drunk from the Lord’s hand the cup of His anger;

   The *51:17 Lit bowl of the cup of reelingchalice of staggering you have drunk to the dregs.

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   17 Wake yourself, wake yourself up!

   Stand up, Jerusalem,

   you who have drunk the cup of his fury  * 51:17 Jb 21:20; Is 63:6; Jr 25:15; Mt 20:22; 26:39; Jn 18:1; Rv 14:10

   from the Lord’s hand;

   you who have drunk the goblet to the dregs —

   the cup that causes people to stagger.

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   17 Arise, arise, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his wrath; thou hast drunk even to the bottom of the cup of dead sleep, and thou hast drunk even to the dregs.

8. MSG The Message

   17-20 So wake up! Rub the sleep from your eyes!

   Up on your feet, Jerusalem!

   You’ve drunk the cup God handed you,

   the strong drink of his anger.

   You drank it down to the last drop,

   staggered and collapsed, dead-drunk.

   And nobody to help you home,

   no one among your friends or children

   to take you by the hand and put you in bed.

   You’ve been hit with a double dose of trouble

   —does anyone care?

   Assault and battery, hunger and death

   —will anyone comfort?

   Your sons and daughters have passed out,

   strewn in the streets like stunned rabbits,

   Sleeping off the strong drink of God’s anger,

   the rage of your God.