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Joel 2:8 - Modern English Version

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 neither shall one thrust another; they shall walk every one in his path: and when they fall upon the sword, they shall not be wounded.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Neither does one thrust upon another; they walk every one in his path. And they burst through and upon the weapons, yet they are not wounded and do not change their course.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Neither doth one thrust another; they march every one in his path; and they burst through the weapons, and break not off their course.

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Common English Bible

8 They don’t crowd each other; each keeps to their own path. Even if they fall among the weapons, they won’t stop.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 And each one will not hem in his brother; every one will walk in his own rough path. Moreover, they will drop through the breach and not be harmed.

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Joel 2:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Then he set all the people around the king, each man with his weapon in hand, from the south side to the north side of the temple, from the altar to the temple.


He then worked hard to build up all the walls that were broken down and to raise up towers. Then he built another wall outside that one and strengthened the Millo in the City of David. And he made weapons and shields in abundance.


Those who rebuilt the wall and those hauling the loads were working with one hand doing the task, but with the other hand holding the weapon.


So neither I nor my brothers nor my servants nor the men of the guard who followed me took off our clothes. Each carried his weapon, even when washing.


He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.


But if they do not obey, they will perish by the sword, and they will die without knowledge.


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


Your shoots are like a paradise of pomegranates, with most excellent fruits, henna with nard,


No one shall be weary or stumble among them; no one shall slumber or sleep; neither shall the girdle of their loins be loosed, nor the strap of their shoes be broken;


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.


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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