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2 Kings 8:11 - Modern English Version

11 Hazael stared at him until he was ashamed. Then 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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2 Kings 8:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

He wept so loudly that the Egyptians and the house of Pharaoh heard about it.


In the days of Pekah king of Israel, Tiglath-Pileser king of Assyria came and took Ijon, Abel of Beth-maacah, Janoah, Kedesh, Hazor, Gilead, Galilee, and all the land of Naphtali, and then exiled them to Assyria.


When they urged him until he was ashamed, he said, “Send them.” So they sent fifty men, and they searched for three days but did not find him.


Rivers of water run down from my eyes, because they keep not Your law.


But if you will not listen to it, my soul will weep in secret places for your pride; and my eyes will weep sorely and run down with tears, because the flock of the Lord is carried away captive.


Therefore you will say this word to them: Let my eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease; for the virgin daughter of my people has been broken with a great blow, with a very infected wound.


My soul, my soul! I am pained at my very heart. My heart makes a noise in me. I cannot hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


Oh, that my head were waters and my 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.


When He came near, He beheld the city and wept over it,


serving the Lord with all humility and with many tears and trials which befell me through the plots of the Jews.


Therefore watch, remembering that for three years night and day I did not cease to warn everyone with tears.


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


For many are walking in such a way that they are the enemies of the cross of Christ. I have told you of them often and tell you again, even weeping.


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