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Hosea 10:7 - King James 2000

7 As for Samaria, her king is cut off as the foam upon the water.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 As for Samaria, her king is cut off as the foam upon the water.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 As for Samaria, her king and her whole monarchy are cut off like twigs or foam upon the water.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 As for Samaria, her king is cut off, as foam upon the water.

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Common English Bible

7 Samaria will be cut off; her king is like a chip of wood on the surface of the water.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Samaria has required her king to pass by, like foam on the face of the water.

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Hosea 10:7
9 Tagairtí Cros  

And it came to pass after these things, that Naboth the Jezreelite had a vineyard, which was in Jezreel, near by the palace of Ahab king of Samaria.


But the angel of the LORD said to Elijah the Tishbite, Arise, go up to meet the messengers of the king of Samaria, and say unto them, Is it because there is not a God in Israel, that you go to inquire of Baal-zebub the god of Ekron?


And Hoshea the son of Elah led a conspiracy against Pekah the son of Remaliah, and struck him down, and slew him, and reigned in his stead, in the twentieth year of Jotham the son of Uzziah.


And the king of Assyria found conspiracy in Hoshea: for he had sent messengers to So king of Egypt, and brought no present to the king of Assyria, as he had done year by year: therefore the king of Assyria shut him up, and bound him in prison.


So shall Bethel do unto you because of your great wickedness: in a morning shall the king of Israel utterly be cut off.


For now they shall say, We have no king, because we feared not the LORD; what then could a king do for us?


The high places also of Aven, the sin of Israel, shall be destroyed: the thorn and the thistle shall come up on their altars; and they shall say to the mountains, Cover us; and to the hills, Fall on us.


I gave you a king in my anger, and took him away in my wrath.


Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.


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