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2 Kings 8:11 - English Standard Version 2016

11 And he fixed his gaze and stared at him, until he was embarrassed. And the man of God wept.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 And he settled his countenance stedfastly, until he was ashamed: and the man of God wept.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Elisha stared steadily at him until Hazael was embarrassed. And the man of God wept.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 And he settled his countenance stedfastly upon him, until he was ashamed: and the man of God wept.

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Common English Bible

11 Elisha stared straight at Hazael until he felt uneasy. Then the man of God began to cry.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 And he stood beside him, and he was so troubled that his face became flushed. And the man of God wept.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 And he stood with him, and was troubled so far as to blush: and the man of God wept.

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2 Kings 8:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And he wept aloud, so that the Egyptians heard it, and the household of Pharaoh heard it.


In the days of Pekah king of Israel, Tiglath-pileser king of Assyria came and captured Ijon, Abel-beth-maacah, Janoah, Kedesh, Hazor, Gilead, and Galilee, all the land of Naphtali, and he carried the people captive to Assyria.


But when they urged him till he was ashamed, he said, “Send.” They sent therefore fifty men. And for three days they sought him but did not find him.


My eyes shed streams of tears, because people do not keep your law.


But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride; my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears, because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.


“You shall say to them this word: ‘Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people is shattered with a great wound, with a very grievous blow.


My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh the walls of my heart! My heart is beating wildly; I cannot keep silent, for I hear the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


let them make haste and raise a wailing over us, that our eyes may run down with tears and our eyelids flow with water.


And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it,


serving the Lord with all humility and with tears and with trials that happened to me through the plots of the Jews;


Therefore be alert, remembering that for three years I did not cease night or day to admonish every one with tears.


that I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.


For many, of whom I have often told you and now tell you even with tears, walk as enemies of the cross of Christ.


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