1 Kings 17:11 - Revised Version 1885

¹¹ And as she was going to fetch it, he called to her, and said, Bring me, I pray thee, a morsel of bread in thine hand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹¹ And as she was going to fetch it, he called to her, and said, Bring me, I pray thee, a morsel of bread in thine hand.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹¹ As she was going to get it, he called to her and said, Bring me a morsel of bread in your hand.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹¹ And as she was going to fetch it, he called to her, and said, Bring me, I pray thee, a morsel of bread in thy hand.

Common English Bible

¹¹ She went to get some water. He then said to her, “Please get me a piece of bread.”

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹¹ And as she was going to bring it, he called out after her, saying, "Bring me also, I beg you, a morsel of bread in your hand."

1 Kings 17:11 Referencias Cruzadas

Hebrews 13:2

Forget not to shew love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

Matthew 10:42

And whosoever shall give to drink unto one of these little ones a cup of cold water only, in the name of a disciple, verily I say unto you, he shall in no wise lose his reward.

1 Kings 18:4

for it was so, when Jezebel cut off prophets of the LORD, that Obadiah took an hundred prophets, and hid them by fifty in a cave, and fed them with bread and water.)

1 Kings 17:9

Arise, get thee to Zarephath, which belongeth to Zidon, and dwell there: behold, I have commanded a widow woman there to sustain thee.

Genesis 18:5

and I will fetch a morsel of bread, and comfort ye your heart; after that ye shall pass on: forasmuch as ye are come to your servant. And they said, So do, as thou hast said.

1 Kings 17:10

So he arose and went to Zarephath; and when he came to the gate of the city, behold, a widow woman was there gathering sticks: and he called to her, and said, Fetch me, I pray thee, a little water in a vessel, that I may drink.

1 Kings 17:12

And she said, As the LORD thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but an handful of meal in the barrel, and a little oil in the cruse: and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die.