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1 Kings 20:41 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

41 He quickly removed the bandage from his eyes. The king of Israel recognised that he was one of the prophets.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

41 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

41 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)

41 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

41 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

41 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

41 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 tore the long-sleeved robe she was wearing. She put her hand on her head  and went away crying out.


Then the prophet went and waited for the king on the road. He disguised  himself with a bandage over his eyes.


But while your servant was busy here and there, he disappeared.’ The king of Israel said to him, ‘That will be your sentence; you yourself have decided it.’


The prophet said to him, ‘This is what the Lord says: “Because you released from your hand the man I had set apart for destruction,  it will be your life in place of his life and your people in place of his people.” ’


Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.


My dear  people, dress yourselves in sackcloth and roll in the dust. Mourn as you would for an only son, a bitter lament, for suddenly the destroyer  will come on us.


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