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Psalm 76:5 - King James 2000

5 The stouthearted are plundered, they have slept their sleep: and none of the men of might can lift 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  

Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;


Then shall the Assyrian fall by the sword, not of man; and the sword, not of men, shall devour him: and he shall flee from the sword, and his young men shall be put to forced labor.


Then the angel of the LORD went forth, and struck in the camp of the Assyrians a hundred and fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, these were all dead corpses.


Hearken unto me, you stubborn of heart, that are far from righteousness:


In their excitement I will make their feasts, and I will make them drunk, that they may rejoice, and sleep a perpetual sleep, and not wake, says the LORD.


Now I Nebuchadnezzar praise and extol and honor the King of heaven, all whose works are truth, and his ways judgment: and those that walk in pride he is able to abase.


Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: your nobles shall dwell in the dust: your people are scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathers them.


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