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1 Kings 20:41 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

41 And he will hasten and remove the bandage from his eyes; and the king of Israel will know him that he is from the prophets.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

41 And he hasted, and took the ashes away from his face; and the king of Israel discerned him that he was of the prophets.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

41 The man hastily removed the ashes from his face, and Ahab king of Israel recognized him as one of the prophets.

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American Standard Version (1901)

41 And he hasted, and took the headband away from his eyes; and the king of Israel discerned him that he was of the prophets.

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Common English Bible

41 The prophet quickly tore the bandage from over his eyes, and Israel’s king recognized him as one of the prophets.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

41 Then immediately, he wiped away the dust from his face, and the king of Israel recognized him, that he was one of the prophets.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

41 But he forthwith wiped off the dust from his face and the king of Israel knew him, that he was one of the prophets.

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1 Kings 20:41
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And Tamar will take ashes upon her head, and she rent the tunic reaching to the feet which was upon her, and she will put her hand upon her head and will go, going and crying.


And the prophet will go and stand by the king by the way; and he will be disguised with a bandage over his eyes.


And it will be thy servant doing here and there, and he was not. And the king of Israel will say to him, Thus thy judgment; thou didst decide.


And he will say to him, Thus said Jehovah, Because thou sentest away a man I devoted to destruction from thy hand, and thy soul being instead of his soul, and thy people instead of his people.


And he will take to him a pot sherd to scrape himself with it, and he will sit in the midst of the ashes.


O daughter of my people, gird on sackcloth, and roll thyself in ashes: make to thee the mourning of an only begotten, a wailing of bitterness; for he laying waste shall suddenly come upon us.


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