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Genesis 8:12 - Modern English Version

12 He waited another seven days and sent out the dove again, but she did not return to him again.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 And he stayed yet other seven days; and sent forth the dove; which returned not again unto him any more.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 Then he waited another seven days and sent forth the dove, but she did not return to him any more.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 And he stayed yet other seven days, and sent forth the dove; and she returned not again unto him any more.

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Common English Bible

12 He waited seven more days and sent out the dove, but it didn’t come back to him again.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 And nevertheless, he waited another seven days. And he sent forth the dove, which no longer returned to him.

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Genesis 8:12
12 Tagairtí Cros  

He waited yet another seven days, and again he sent out the dove from the ark.


Then the dove came to him in the evening, and behold, in her mouth was a freshly plucked olive leaf. So Noah knew that the waters had receded from the earth.


Wait on the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait on the Lord.


It shall be said in that day: Behold, this is our God, for whom we have waited that He might save us. This is the Lord for whom we have waited; we will be glad and rejoice in His salvation.


In the way of Your judgments, O  Lord, we have waited for You eagerly; the desire of our souls is Your name, even Your memory.


Therefore, the Lord longs to be gracious to you, and therefore, He waits on high to have mercy on you; for the Lord is a God of justice; how blessed are all who long for Him.


I will wait on the Lord, who hides His face from the house of Jacob, and I will eagerly look for Him.


O you who dwell in Moab, leave the cities and dwell in the rock, and be like the dove that makes her nest in the sides of the hole’s mouth.


For the vision is yet for an appointed time; but it speaks of the end, and does not lie. If it delays, wait for it; it will surely come, it will not delay.


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