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2 Samuel 19:3 - Holy Bible: Easy-to-Read Version

3 The people came into the city quietly as if they were the ones who had been defeated in battle.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people being ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 The people slipped into the city stealthily that day as humiliated people steal away when they flee in battle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people that are ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.

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Common English Bible

3 So that day the troops crept back into the city like soldiers creep back ashamed after they’ve fled from battle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 And the people declined to enter the city on that day, in the manner that the people were accustomed to decline if they had turned and fled from battle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 And the people shunned the going into the city that day as a people would do that hath turned their backs, and fled away from the battle.

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2 Samuel 19:3
5 Tagairtí Cros  

Why did you run away without telling me? If you had told me, I would have given you a party. There would have been singing and dancing with music.


David arrived at Mahanaim just as Absalom and the Israelites who were with him crossed over the Jordan River.


So the joy of victory turned to sadness for everyone. It was a very sad day because the people heard, “The king is mourning for his son.”


Barzillai was a very old man, 80 years old. He had given the king food and other things when David was staying at Mahanaim. Barzillai could do this because he was a very rich man.


The king had covered his face and was crying loudly, “O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!”


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