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1 Kings 17:10 - Tree of Life Version

So he arose and went to Zarephath. Now when he came to the town gate, to his surprise, a widow was there gathering sticks. So he called her and said, “Please bring a little water in a jar that I may drink.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

So he arose and went to Zarephath. And when he came to the gate of the city, behold, the widow woman was there gathering of sticks: and he called to her, and said, Fetch me, I pray thee, a little water in a vessel, that I may drink.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

So he arose and went to Zarephath. When he came to the gate of the city, behold, a widow was there gathering sticks. He called to her, Bring me a little water in a vessel, that I may drink.

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American Standard Version (1901)

So he arose and went to Zarephath; and when he came to the gate of the city, behold, a widow was there gathering sticks: and he called to her, and said, Fetch me, I pray thee, a little water in a vessel, that I may drink.

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Common English Bible

Elijah left and went to Zarephath. As he came to the town gate, he saw a widow collecting sticks. He called out to her, “Please get a little water for me in this cup so I can drink.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He rose up and went away to Zarephath. And when he had arrived at the gate of the city, he saw the widowed woman collecting wood, and he called to her. And he said to her, "Give me a little water in a vessel, so that I may drink."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

He arose, and went to Sarephta. And when he was come to the gate of the city, he saw the widow woman gathering sticks: and he called her, and said to her: Give me a little water in a vessel, that I may drink.

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1 Kings 17:10
6 Tagairtí Cros  

When the water from the skin was finished, she abandoned the child under one of the bushes.


Then the servant ran to meet her and said, “Please let me sip a little water from your jar.”


As she was going to fetch it, he called her and said, “Please bring me a morsel of bread in your hand.”


A Samaritan woman comes to draw water. “Give me a drink,” Yeshua tells her,


in labor and hardship, through many sleepless nights, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure.


They were stoned, they were sawed in two, they were murdered with the sword. They went around in sheepskins and goatskins; they were destitute, afflicted, mistreated.