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Nahum 2:7 - New Revised Standard Version

It is decreed that the city be exiled, its slave women led away, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, tabering upon their breasts.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

It is decreed. She [Nineveh] is stripped and removed, and her maids are lamenting and moaning like doves [softly for fear], beating upon their breasts [and hearts].

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American Standard Version (1901)

And it is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.

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Common English Bible

It is decreed: She is sent into exile, carried away, while her female servants moan like doves, beating their breasts.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

And the foot soldier has been led away captive, and her handmaids were driven away, mourning like doves, murmuring in their hearts.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And the soldier is led away captive: and her bondwomen were led away mourning as doves, murmuring in their hearts.

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Nahum 2:7
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,


Like a swallow or a crane I clamor, I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my security!


We all growl like bears; like doves we moan mournfully. We wait for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.


If any survivors escape, they shall be found on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning over their iniquity.


The river gates are opened, the palace trembles.


Look at your troops: they are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your foes; fire has devoured the bars of your gates.


While Peter was below in the courtyard, one of the servant-girls of the high priest came by.


A great number of the people followed him, and among them were women who were beating their breasts and wailing for him.


And when all the crowds who had gathered there for this spectacle saw what had taken place, they returned home, beating their breasts.