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1 Kings 20:41 - English Standard Version 2016

41 Then he hurried to take the bandage away from his eyes, and the king of Israel recognized him as 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  

And Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long robe that she wore. And she laid her hand on her head and went away, crying aloud as she went.


So the prophet departed and waited for the king by the way, disguising himself with a bandage over his eyes.


And as your servant was busy here and there, he was gone.” The king of Israel said to him, “So shall your judgment be; you yourself have decided it.”


And he said to him, “Thus says the Lord, ‘Because you have let go out of your hand the man whom I had devoted to destruction, therefore your life shall be for his life, and your people for his people.’”


And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself while he sat in the ashes.


O daughter of my people, put on sackcloth, and roll in ashes; make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for suddenly the destroyer will come upon us.


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