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2 Kings 11:20 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

20 All the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was quiet, for they had put Athaliah to death by the sword in the king’s palace.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 And all the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was in quiet: and they slew Athaliah with the sword beside the king's house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 So all the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was quiet after Athaliah had been slain with the sword beside the king's house.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 So all the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was quiet. And Athaliah they had slain with the sword at the king’s house.

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Common English Bible

20 All the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was at peace now that Athaliah had been executed at the palace.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 And all the people of the land rejoiced. And the city was quieted. But Athaliah was slain with the sword at the house of the king.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 And all the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was quiet: but Athalia was slain with the sword in the king's house.

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2 Kings 11:20
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Whoever sheds human blood, by humans his blood will be shed, for God made humans in his image.


She looked, and there was the king standing by the pillar  according to the custom. The commanders and the trumpeters were by the king, and all the people of the land were rejoicing and blowing trumpets.  Athaliah tore her clothes and screamed ‘Treason! Treason! ’


All the people of the land rejoiced, and the city was quiet, for they had put Athaliah to death by the sword.


When the righteous thrive, a city rejoices; when the wicked die, there is joyful shouting.


When the righteous flourish, the people rejoice, but when the wicked rule, people groan.


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