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Jeremiah 41:7 - Tree of Life Version

Yet it was that as soon as they came within of the city that Ishmael son of Nethaniah and the men with him slaughtered them within the cistern-pit.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And it was so, when they came into the midst of the city, that Ishmael the son of Nethaniah slew them, and cast them into the midst of the pit, he, and the men that were with him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

And when they came into the city, Ishmael son of Nethaniah slew them, and cast them into the midst of the [city] cistern pit–he and the men with him.

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American Standard Version (1901)

And it was so, when they came into the midst of the city, that Ishmael the son of Nethaniah slew them, and cast them into the midst of the pit, he, and the men that were with him.

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Common English Bible

When they arrived in the middle of the town, Ishmael, Nethaniah’s son, and the men with him slaughtered them and threw their bodies into a cistern.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

And when they had arrived at the center of the city, Ishmael, the son of Nethaniah, put them to death around the public cistern, he and the men who were with him.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And when they were come to the midst of the city, Ismahel the son of Nathanias slew them and cast them into the midst of the pit, he and the men that were with him.

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Jeremiah 41:7
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Pekah son of Remaliah, his aide, conspired against him and assassinated him in Samaria, in the castle of the royal palace, along with Argob, Arieh, and 50 Gileadite men. So he killed him and became king in his place.


Cast your burden on Adonai, and He will sustain you. He will never let the righteous be shaken.


for their feet run to evil and they are swift to shed blood.


But you are cast out of your tomb as a discarded branch, garment of the slain, pierced with a sword, dumped into a stony pit, a corpse trodden underfoot.


Their feet run after evil. They rush to shed innocent blood. Their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity. Violence and ruin are on their highways.


Her princes in her midst are like wolves tearing at prey, spilling blood and destroying lives for dishonest gain.


Their feet are swift to shed blood.