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2 Samuel 2:18 - The Scriptures 1998

18 And there were three sons of Tseruyah there, Yo’aḇ

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 And there were three sons of Zeruiah there, Joab, and Abishai, and Asahel: and Asahel was as light of foot as a wild roe.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Three sons of Zeruiah [the half sister of David] were there: Joab, Abishai, and Asahel. Now Asahel was as light of foot as a wild roe or antelope.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 And the three sons of Zeruiah were there, Joab, and Abishai, and Asahel: and Asahel was as light of foot as a wild roe.

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Common English Bible

18 Now Zeruiah’s three sons were present at the battle: Joab, Abishai, and Asahel. Asahel was as fast as a gazelle in an open field.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Now the three sons of Zeruiah were in that place: Joab, and Abishai, and Asahel. And Asahel was a very swift runner, like one of the deer that lives in the forest.

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2 Samuel 2:18
19 Cross References  

“Sha’ul and Yehonathan were beloved And pleasant in their lives, And in their death they were not parted. They were swifter than eagles, They were stronger than lions.


“Making my feet like the feet of deer, And sets me on my high places,


“And also, you know what Yo’aḇ


And the mighty men of the armies were Asah’ĕ


The fourth for the fourth month was Asah’ĕ


Making my feet like the feet of deer, And sets me on my high places,


I again saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the mighty, nor even bread to the wise, nor even riches to men of understanding, nor even favour to men of knowledge – for time and chance meets with them all.


Until the day breaks and the shadows have fled, Turn, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of Bether.


Hurry, my beloved, And be like a gazelle or a young stag On the mountains of spices.


“And a place to flee shall perish from the swift, and the strong not strengthen his power, and the mighty not save his life,


To the chief singer with my stringed instruments.


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