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2 Samuel 1:19 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 The illustrious of Israel are slain upon thy mountains: How are the valiant fallen?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: How are the mighty fallen!

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 Your glory, O Israel, is slain upon your high places. How have the mighty fallen!

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Thy glory, O Israel, is slain upon thy high places! How are the mighty fallen!

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Common English Bible

19 Oh, no, Israel! Your prince lies dead on your heights. Look how the mighty warriors have fallen!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 The illustrious of Israel have been killed upon your mountains. How could the valiant have fallen?

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English Standard Version 2016

19 “Your glory, O Israel, is slain on your high places! How the mighty have fallen!

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2 Samuel 1:19
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Saul and Jonathan, lovely, and comely in their life, even in death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, stronger than lions.


How are the valiant fallen in battle? Jonathan slain in the high places?


How are the valiant fallen, and the weapons of war perished?


In that day the bud of the Lord shall be in magnificence and glory: and the fruit of the earth shall be high, and a great joy to them that shall have escaped of Israel.


And he shall grow up as a tender plant before him, and as a root out of a thirsty ground. There is no beauty in him, nor comeliness: and we have seen him, and there was no sightliness, that we should be desirous of him:


Aleph. How hath the Lord covered with obscurity the daughter of Sion in his wrath! How hath he cast down from heaven to the earth the glorious one of Israel and hath not remembered his footstool in the day of his anger!


The crown is fallen from our head. Woe to us, because we have sinned!


And I took my rod that was called Beauty, and I cut it asunder to make void my covenant, which I had made with all people.


And I will feed the hock of slaughter for this, O ye poor of the dock. And I took unto me two rods, one I called Beauty, and the other I called a Cord, and I fed the flock.


And on the morrow the Philistines came to strip the slain: and they found Saul and his three sons lying in mount Gelboe.


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