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2 Kings 8:11 - King James Version - American Edition

11 And he settled his countenance steadfastly, until he was ashamed: and the man of God wept.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 And he settled his countenance stedfastly, until he was ashamed: and the man of God wept.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Elisha stared steadily at him until Hazael was embarrassed. And the man of God wept.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 And he settled his countenance stedfastly upon him, until he was ashamed: and the man of God wept.

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Common English Bible

11 Elisha stared straight at Hazael until he felt uneasy. Then the man of God began to cry.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 And he stood beside him, and he was so troubled that his face became flushed. And the man of God wept.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 And he stood with him, and was troubled so far as to blush: and the man of God wept.

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2 Kings 8:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And he wept aloud: and the Egyptians and the house of Pharaoh heard.


In the days of Pekah king of Israel came Tig´lath–pile´ser king of Assyria, and took Ijon, and A´bel–beth–ma´achah, and Jano´ah, and Kedesh, and Hazor, and Gil´e-ad, and Galilee, all the land of Naph´tali, and carried them captive to Assyria.


And when they urged him till he was ashamed, he said, Send. They sent therefore fifty men; and they sought three days, but found him not.


Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law.


But if ye will not hear it, my soul shall weep in secret places for your pride; and mine eye shall weep sore, and run down with tears, because the Lord's flock is carried away captive.


Therefore thou shalt say this word unto them; Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the virgin daughter of my people is broken with a great breach, with a very grievous blow.


My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!


and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.


And when he was come near, he beheld the city, and wept over it,


serving the Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears, and temptations, which befell me by the lying in wait of the Jews:


Therefore watch, and remember, that by the space of three years I ceased not to warn every one night and day with tears.


that I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart.


(For many walk, of whom I have told you often, and now tell you even weeping, that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ:


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