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Exodus 7:18 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

18 The fish that are in the river shall die, and the river shall become foul; and the Egyptians shall loathe to drink water from the river.*'*

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 And the fish that is in the river shall die, and the river shall stink; and the Egyptians shall lothe to drink of the water of the river.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 The fish in the river shall die, the river shall become foul smelling, and the Egyptians shall loathe to drink from it.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 And the fish that are in the river shall die, and the river shall become foul; and the Egyptians shall loathe to drink water from the river.

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Common English Bible

18 The fish in the Nile are going to die, the Nile will stink, and the Egyptians won’t be able to drink water from the Nile.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Also, the fishes that are in the river will die, and the waters will be polluted, and the Egyptians will be afflicted when they drink the water of the river.' "

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Exodus 7:18
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The fish that were in the river died; and the river became foul, and the Egyptians couldn't drink water from the river; and the blood was throughout all the land of Egypt.


All the Egyptians dug round about the river for water to drink; for they couldn't drink of the water of the river.


The rivers will become foul. The streams of Egypt will be diminished and dried up. The reeds and flags will wither away.


but a whole month, until it come out at your nostrils, and it be loathsome to you; because that you have rejected the LORD who is among you, and have wept before him, saying, Why came we forth out of Egypt?


The people spoke against God, and against Moshe, Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? for there is no bread, and there is no water; and our soul loathes this light bread.


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