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Psalm 147:17 - Revised Standard Version

He casts forth his ice like morsels; who can stand before his cold?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

He casteth forth his ice like morsels: Who can stand before his cold?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

He casts forth His ice like crumbs; who can stand before His cold?

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American Standard Version (1901)

He casteth forth his ice like morsels: Who can stand before his cold?

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Common English Bible

God throws his hail down like crumbs— who can endure God’s freezing cold?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

He sendeth his crystal like morsels: who shall stand before the face of his cold?

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Psalm 147:17
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And as they fled before Israel, while they were going down the ascent of Beth-horon, the Lord threw down great stones from heaven upon them as far as Azekah, and they died; there were more who died because of the hailstones than the men of Israel killed with the sword.