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1 Kings 20:41 - Tree of Life Version

Then he quickly took the headband away from his eyes, and the king of Israel recognized him as one of the prophets.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And he hasted, and took the ashes away from his face; and the king of Israel discerned him that he was of the prophets.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The man hastily removed the ashes from his face, and Ahab king of Israel recognized him as one of the prophets.

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American Standard Version (1901)

And he hasted, and took the headband away from his eyes; and the king of Israel discerned him that he was of the prophets.

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Common English Bible

The prophet quickly tore the bandage from over his eyes, and Israel’s king recognized him as one of the prophets.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Then immediately, he wiped away the dust from his face, and the king of Israel recognized him, that he was one of the prophets.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

But he forthwith wiped off the dust from his face and the king of Israel knew him, that he was one of the prophets.

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1 Kings 20:41
6 Tagairtí Cros  

Tamar put ashes on her head and rent her long-sleeved garment that was on her. She laid her hand on her head and was crying aloud as she went away.


Then the prophet left and waited for the king by the road, disguising himself with a headband over his eyes.


Then as your servant was busy here and there, he was gone.” The king of Israel said to him, “So will your sentence be—you yourself have decided it.”


Then he said to him, “Thus says Adonai: ‘Because you have released out of your hand the man whom I had devoted to destruction, therefore your life will be in place of his life and your people in place of his people.’”


He took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he was sitting among the ashes.


“Daughter of My people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn as for an only son with bitter lamentation.” “For suddenly the destroyer will come on us!”