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Joel 2:7 - Modern English Version

7 Like mighty men they run, like men of war they scale a wall; each marches on his way, they do not swerve from their paths.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 They shall run like mighty men; they shall climb the wall like men of war; and they shall march every one on his ways, and they shall not break their ranks:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 They run like mighty men; they climb the wall like men of war. They march each one [straight ahead] on his ways, and they do not break their ranks.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 They run like mighty men; they climb the wall like men of war; and they march every one on his ways, and they break not their ranks.

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Common English Bible

7 Like warriors they charge; like soldiers they climb the wall. Each keeps to their own path; they didn’t change their course.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 They will rush forward, as if they were strong. Like valiant warriors, they will ascend the wall. The men will advance, each one on his own way, and they will not turn aside from their path.

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Joel 2:7
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Saul and Jonathan, beloved and delightful, neither in life nor death will they be separated. They were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.


David said on that day, “Whoever defeats the Jebusites, let him go through the water shaft to reach the lame and the blind, who are despised by David.” Therefore, it is said, “The blind and lame shall not come into the house.”


From Asher, those going out to war, arranged for battle: forty thousand.


He pierces me with thrust after thrust; He rushes upon me like a warrior.


which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoices like a strong man to run its race.


the locusts have no king, yet they all march in ranks;


Go up upon her walls and destroy, but make not a full end. Take away her battlements. For they are not the Lord’s.


They do not jostle one another; each marches in his track. Through the weapons they plunge; they do not break rank.


They rush on the city, they run on the wall; they climb up into the houses, they enter through the windows like thieves.


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