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Nahum 2:7 - English Standard Version 2016

7 its mistress is stripped; she is carried off, her slave girls lamenting, moaning like doves and beating their breasts.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, tabering upon their breasts.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 It is decreed. She [Nineveh] is stripped and removed, and her maids are lamenting and moaning like doves [softly for fear], beating upon their breasts [and hearts].

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 And it is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.

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Common English Bible

7 It is decreed: She is sent into exile, carried away, while her female servants moan like doves, beating their breasts.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 And the foot soldier has been led away captive, and her handmaids were driven away, mourning like doves, murmuring in their hearts.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 And the soldier is led away captive: and her bondwomen were led away mourning as doves, murmuring in their hearts.

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Nahum 2:7
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine,


Like a swallow or a crane I chirp; I moan like a dove. My eyes are weary with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; be my pledge of safety!


We all growl like bears; we moan and moan like doves; we hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.


And if any survivors escape, they will be on the mountains, like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, each one over his iniquity.


The river gates are opened; the palace melts away;


Behold, your troops are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars.


And as Peter was below in the courtyard, one of the servant girls of the high priest came,


And there followed him a great multitude of the people and of women who were mourning and lamenting for him.


And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts.


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