Parallel Verses
Youngs Literal Translation
Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered.
New American Standard Bible
O forgotten harlot;
Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered.
King James Version
Take an harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
Holman Bible
stroll through the city,
prostitute forgotten by men.
Play skillfully,
sing many a song,
and you will be thought of again.
International Standard Version
"Take a harp; walk around the city, you forgotten whore! Make sweet melody; sing many songs, and perhaps you'll be remembered."
A Conservative Version
Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot who has been forgotten. Make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou may be remembered.
American Standard Version
Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
Amplified
Take a harp, walk around the city,
O forgotten prostitute;
Play the strings skillfully, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered.
Bible in Basic English
Take an instrument of music, go about the town, O loose woman who has gone out from the memory of man; make sweet melody with songs, so that you may come back to men's minds.
Darby Translation
Take a harp, go about the city, thou forgotten harlot! Make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
Julia Smith Translation
Take a harp, go about the city, O harlot having been forgotten; be cheerful, playing on the instrument; increase the song so that thou shalt be remembered.
King James 2000
Take an harp, go about the city, you harlot that has been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
Lexham Expanded Bible
"Take a harp, go around [the] city, forgotten prostitute! Do [it] well, playing a stringed instrument! Make numerous songs, that you may be remembered."
Modern King James verseion
Take a harp, go about the city, O harlot who has been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs so that you may be remembered.
Modern Spelling Tyndale-Coverdale
"Take thy lute," say men to her, "and go about the city, thou unknown wench: make pastime with sweet melody, whereby thou mayest be had in remembrance."
NET Bible
"Take the harp, go through the city, forgotten prostitute! Play it well, play lots of songs, so you'll be noticed!"
New Heart English Bible
Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
The Emphasized Bible
Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, - Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.
Webster
Take a harp, go about the city, thou harlot that hast been forgotten; make sweet melody, sing many songs, that thou mayest be remembered.
World English Bible
Take a harp; go about the city, you prostitute that has been forgotten. Make sweet melody. Sing many songs, that you may be remembered.
Themes
Harlot (prostitute) » Machinations of
Tyre » Prophecies respecting » Its restoration to commercial greatness after seventy years
Interlinear
Laqach
Cabab
Zanah
Yatab
Rabah
Word Count of 20 Translations in Isaiah 23:16
Verse Info
Context Readings
Oracle Against Tyre
15 And it hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot. 16 Take a harp, go round the city, O forgotten harlot, play well, Multiply song that thou mayest be remembered. 17 And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
Cross References
Proverbs 7:10-12
And, lo, a woman to meet him -- (A harlot's dress, and watchful of heart,
Jeremiah 30:14
all loving thee have forgotten thee, Thee they do not seek, For with the stroke of an enemy I smote thee, The chastisement of a fierce one, Because of the abundance of thy iniquity, Mighty have been thy sins!