36 The marchauntes of the nacions wondre at the, In that thou arte so cleane broughte to naught, and commeth no more vp.
Ezekiel 27:36 Cross References - Matthew
1 Kings 9:8
8 And hys house which is so hye, al that passeth by it, shalbe astonyed, & shall hysse, & saye: why hath the Lord dealt on hys maner with this land & wyth thys house?
Psalms 37:10
10 Suffre yet a litle whyle, and the vngodly shalbe cleane gone: thou shalt loke after hys place, and he shalbe awaye.
Psalms 37:36
36 but when I went by, lo, he was gone: I sought hym, but he coulde no where be founde.
Jeremiah 18:16
16 Where thorowe they haue brought their lande in to an euerlastyng wyldernesse and scorne: So that whosoeuer trauayleth therby: shalbe abashed, and wagge their heades.
Jeremiah 19:8
8 And I wyll make this cytie so desolate, and despysed, that who so goeth ther by, shall be abashed and ieast vpon her, because of al her plages.
Jeremiah 49:17
17 Moreouer Idumea shall be a wyldernesse: who so goeth by it, shalbe abashed, & wodre at all her myserable plages.
Jeremiah 50:13
13 No man shall be able to dwell there, for the feare of the Lorde, but she shall be whole desolate. All they that go by Babylon, shall stande styll, & be abashed, and shall wondre at all her plages.
Lamentations 2:15
15 Samech. All they that go by the, clappe their handes at the: hissynge and waggynge their heades vpon the daughter Ierusalem, and saye: is this the cytie that man call so fayre, wherin the whole lande reioyseth?
Ezekiel 26:2
2 Thou sonne of man, because that Tyre hathe spoken vpon Ierusalem: A ha, now I trow the portes of the people be broken, & she turned vnto me, for I haue destroied my bely ful:
Ezekiel 26:14
14 I will make a bare stone of the, yea a dryinge places for nettes, & shalt neuer be builded agayne: For euen I the lord haue spoken it, sayeth the Lorde God:
Ezekiel 26:21
21 I wil make an ende of the, and thou shalt be gone. Thoughe thou be sought for, yet shalte thou not be founde for euermore, sayeth the Lorde God.
Zephaniah 2:15
15 Thys is the proude and carelesse cytye, that sayde in her herte: I am, and there is els none. O how is she made so wast that the beastes lye therein? Who so goeth by mocketh her, and poynteth at her wyth hys fynger.