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2 Samuel 1:19 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

19 Your glory, Yisra'el, is slain on your high places! How the mighty have 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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2 Samuel 1:19
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Sha'ul and Yonatan were lovely and pleasant in their lives. In their death, they were not divided. They were swifter than eagles. They were stronger than lions.


How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! Yonatan is slain on your high places.


How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!


In that day, the LORD's branch will be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the land will be the beauty and glory of the survivors of Yisra'el.


For he grew up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he has no form nor comeliness; and when we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.


How has the Lord covered the daughter of Tziyon with a cloud in his anger! He has cast down from heaven to the earth the beauty of Yisra'el, And hasn't remembered his footstool in the day of his anger.


The crown is fallen from our head: Woe to us! for we have sinned.


I took my staff Favor, and cut it apart, that I might break my covenant that I had made with all the peoples.


So I fed the flock of slaughter, especially the oppressed of the flock. I took for myself two staffs. The one I called *Favor,* and the other I called *Union,* and I fed the flock.


It happened on the next day, when the Pelishtim came to strip the slain, that they found Sha'ul and his three sons fallen on Mount Gilboa.


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