and he set all the people as a guard for the king, every man with his weapon in his hand, from the south side of the house to the north side of the house, around the altar and the house.
Joel 2:8 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI) They do not jostle one another, each marches in his path; they burst through the weapons and are not halted. More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 neither shall one thrust another; they shall walk every one in his path: and when they fall upon the sword, they shall not be wounded. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Neither does one thrust upon another; they walk every one in his path. And they burst through and upon the weapons, yet they are not wounded and do not change their course. American Standard Version (1901) Neither doth one thrust another; they march every one in his path; and they burst through the weapons, and break not off their course. Common English Bible They don’t crowd each other; each keeps to their own path. Even if they fall among the weapons, they won’t stop. Catholic Public Domain Version And each one will not hem in his brother; every one will walk in his own rough path. Moreover, they will drop through the breach and not be harmed. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version No one shall press upon his brother: they shall walk every one in his path: yea, and they shall fall through the windows, and shall take no harm. |
and he set all the people as a guard for the king, every man with his weapon in his hand, from the south side of the house to the north side of the house, around the altar and the house.
He set to work resolutely and built up all the wall that was broken down, and raised towers upon it, and outside it he built another wall; and he strengthened the Millo in the city of David. He also made weapons and shields in abundance.
who were building on the wall. Those who carried burdens were laden in such a way that each with one hand labored on the work and with the other held his weapon.
So neither I nor my brethren nor my servants nor the men of the guard who followed me, none of us took off our clothes; each kept his weapon in his hand.
he keeps back his soul from the Pit, his life from perishing by the sword.
But if they do not hearken, they perish by the sword, and die without knowledge.
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,
None is weary, none stumbles, none slumbers or sleeps, not a waistcloth is loose, not a sandal-thong broken;
Like warriors they charge, like soldiers they scale the wall. They march each on his way, they do not swerve from their paths.
They leap upon the city, they run upon the walls; they climb up into the houses, they enter through the windows like a thief.