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Psalm 76:5 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

5 The mighty of heart were spoiled, they slumbered their sleep: and all the men of strength found not their hands.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: And none of the men of might have found their hands.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 The stouthearted are stripped of their spoil, they have slept the sleep [of death]; and none of the men of might could raise their hands.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 The stouthearted are made a spoil, They have slept their sleep; And none of the men of might have found their hands.

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Common English Bible

5 The bravehearted lie plundered. They sank into deep lethargy. All the strong troops couldn’t even lift their hands!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 My eyes anticipated the vigils. I was disturbed, and I did not speak.

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Psalm 76:5
10 Tagairtí Cros  

How long shall I put counsels in my soul, grief in my heart the day? how long shall mine enemy rise up against me?


And Assur fell by the sword, not of a man, and the sword not of a man, shall consume him, and he fled for himself from the face of the sword, and his young men shall be for tribute.


And the messenger of Jehovah will go forth, and strike in the camp of Assur a hundred and eighty-five thousand: and they will rise early in the morning, and behold, all of them dead corpses.


Hear to me, ye strong of heart, being far from justice.


In their heat I will set their drinkings, and I made them drunken so that they shall exult, and sleep an eternal sleep, and they shall not rouse up, says Jehovah.


Now I Nebuchadnezzar, praise and exalt and honor to the king of the heavens, that all his works are truth, and his paths judgment: and that they going about in pride, he being able to bring low.


Thy shepherds slumbered, O king of Assur: thy chiefs will lie down: thy people breathed upon the mountains, and none gathering.


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