He set all the people, every man with his weapon in his hand, from the right side of the house to the left side of the house, near the altar and the house, around the king.
Joel 2:8 - Y'all Version Bible One doesn’t jostle another. They each march in their own path. They burst through the defenses and don’t break ranks. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 neither shall one thrust another; they shall walk every one in his path: and when they fall upon the sword, they shall not be wounded. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Neither does one thrust upon another; they walk every one in his path. And they burst through and upon the weapons, yet they are not wounded and do not change their course. American Standard Version (1901) Neither doth one thrust another; they march every one in his path; and they burst through the weapons, and break not off their course. Common English Bible They don’t crowd each other; each keeps to their own path. Even if they fall among the weapons, they won’t stop. Catholic Public Domain Version And each one will not hem in his brother; every one will walk in his own rough path. Moreover, they will drop through the breach and not be harmed. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version No one shall press upon his brother: they shall walk every one in his path: yea, and they shall fall through the windows, and shall take no harm. |
He set all the people, every man with his weapon in his hand, from the right side of the house to the left side of the house, near the altar and the house, around the king.
He took courage, built up all the wall that was broken down, and raised it up to the towers, with the other wall outside, and strengthened Millo in David’s city, and made weapons and shields in abundance.
Those who built the wall, and those who bore burdens loaded themselves; everyone with one of his hands did the work, and with the other held his weapon.
So neither I, nor my brothers, nor my servants, nor the men of the guard who followed me took off our clothes. Everyone took his weapon to the water.
He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.
But if they don’t listen, they will perish by the sword; they will die without knowledge.
Your shoots are an orchard of pomegranates, with precious fruits, henna with nard plants,
No one will be weary nor stumble among them; no one will slumber nor sleep, neither will the belt of their waist be untied, nor the strap of their sandals be broken,
They run like mighty men. They climb the wall like warriors. They each march in his line, and they don’t swerve off course.
They rush on the city. They run on the wall. They climb up into the houses. They enter in at the windows like thieves.