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Psalm 76:3 - American Standard Version (1901)

3 There he brake the arrows of the bow; The shield, and the sword, and the battle. [Selah

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 There brake he the arrows of the bow, The shield, and the sword, and the battle. Selah.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 There He broke the bow's flashing arrows, the shield, the sword, and the weapons of war. Selah [pause, and calmly think of that]!

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Common English Bible

3 It was there that he broke the fiery shafts of the bow, the shield, the sword—even the battle itself! Selah

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 In the days of my tribulation, I sought God, with my hands opposite him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be consoled.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 In the day of my trouble I sought God, with my hands lifted up to him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be comforted:

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English Standard Version 2016

3 There he broke the flashing arrows, the shield, the sword, and the weapons of war. Selah

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Psalm 76:3
9 Tagairtí Cros  

And Melchizedek king of Salem brought forth bread and wine: and he was priest of God Most High.


And when Jehoshaphat and his people came to take the spoil of them, they found among them in abundance both riches and dead bodies, and precious jewels, which they stripped off for themselves, more than they could carry away: and they were three days in taking the spoil, it was so much.


And Jehovah sent an angel, who cut off all the mighty men of valor, and the leaders and captains, in the camp of the king of Assyria. So he returned with shame of face to his own land. And when he was come into the house of his god, they that came forth from his own bowels slew him there with the sword.


He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; He breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; He burneth the chariots in the fire.


For he that maketh inquisition for blood remembereth them; He forgetteth not the cry of the poor.


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