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Lamentations 5:9 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

We secure our food at the risk of our lives because of the sword in the wilderness.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

We gat our bread with the peril of our lives Because of the sword of the wilderness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

We get our bread at the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness [the wild Arabs, who may attack if we venture into the fields to reap our harvests].

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American Standard Version (1901)

We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.

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Common English Bible

We get our bread at the risk of our lives because of the desert heat.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

We obtained our bread at the risk of our lives, before the face of the sword, in the wilderness.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

We fetched our bread at the peril of our lives, because of the sword in the desert.

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Lamentations 5:9
9 Tagairtí Cros  

David said, ‘Lord, I would never do such a thing! Is this not the blood of men who risked their lives? ’ So he refused to drink it. Such were the exploits of the three warriors.


away from the Chaldeans. For they feared them because Ishmael son of Nethaniah had struck down Gedaliah son of Ahikam, whom the king of Babylon had appointed over the land.


and if you say, “No, instead we’ll go to the land of Egypt  where we will not see war or hear the sound of the ram’s horn  or hunger for food, and we’ll live there,”


then the sword  you fear will overtake you there in the land of Egypt, and the famine you are worried about will follow on your heels  there to Egypt, and you will die there.


The angel of the Lord   came, and he sat under the oak that was in Ophrah,  which belonged to Joash, the Abiezrite. His son Gideon was threshing wheat in the winepress in order to hide it from the Midianites.