2 Samuel 1:19 - Tree of Life Version

¹⁹ “Your glory, O Israel, is slain on your high places! How the mighty have fallen!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹⁹ The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: How are the mighty fallen!

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹⁹ Your glory, O Israel, is slain upon your high places. How have the mighty fallen!

American Standard Version (1901)

¹⁹ Thy glory, O Israel, is slain upon thy high places! How are the mighty fallen!

Common English Bible

¹⁹ Oh, no, Israel! Your prince lies dead on your heights. Look how the mighty warriors have fallen!

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹⁹ The illustrious of Israel have been killed upon your mountains. How could the valiant have fallen?

2 Samuel 1:19 Referencias Cruzadas

2 Samuel 1:27

How the mighty have fallen, and the weapons of war destroyed!

2 Samuel 1:25

How the mighty have fallen in the midst of the battle! Jonathan on your heights is slain!

Lamentations 5:16

The crown has fallen from our head. Oy to us, for we have sinned!

Zechariah 11:10

So I took my staff called Favor and broke it to pieces, in order to break my covenant that I made with all people.

Zechariah 11:7

So I pastured the flock for the slaughter, especially the afflicted of the flock. Then I took two staffs—one I called Favor and the other I called Union—and I pastured the flock.

Lamentations 2:1

How my Lord has clouded over the daughter of Zion in His anger! He hurled down the splendor of Israel from heaven to earth. He has not remembered His footstool in the day of His anger.

Isaiah 4:2

In that day the Branch of Adonai will be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the land excellent and appealing for Israel’s survivors.

2 Samuel 1:23

Saul and Jonathan, loved and delightful, parted neither in life nor death. They were swifter than eagles, stronger than lions.

1 Samuel 31:8

It was the next day, when the Philistines came to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen on Mount Gilboa.

Isaiah 53:2

For He grew up before Him like a tender shoot, like a root out of dry ground. He had no form or majesty that we should look at Him, nor beauty that we should desire Him.