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Nahum 2:5 - Modern English Version

5 He remembers his officers as they stumble about on the road; they hurry on to the wall as the siege tower is set up.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 He shall recount his worthies: they shall stumble in their walk; they shall make haste to the wall thereof, and the defence shall be prepared.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 [The Assyrian leader] remembers and summons his bravest men; they stumble in their march. They hasten to the city's wall, and their movable defense shelter is prepared and set up.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 He remembereth his nobles: they stumble in their march; they make haste to the wall thereof, and the mantelet is prepared.

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Common English Bible

5 He musters his officers; they stumble as they press forward. They hurry to the city wall, and the portable shield is set up.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 He will call to mind his strong ones; they will destroy along their journey. They will quickly ascend its walls, and a shelter will be prepared.

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Nahum 2:5
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat and drink. Arise, you princes, and oil the shields.


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;


The nations have heard of your shame, and your cry has filled the land; for the mighty man has stumbled over the mighty, and they both have fallen together.


Call together the archers against Babylon. All you who bend the bow, encamp against it all around; let no one escape. Recompense her according to her work; according to all that she has done, do to her, for she has been proud against the Lord, against the Holy One of Israel.


The holding gates are opened wide, and the palace washes away.


Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; Your nobles lie in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and no one gathers them.


Horsemen charging with flashing sword and glittering spear. Multitude of slain, great number of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble on the corpses —


Their horses are swifter than leopards, more fierce than evening wolves. Their horsemen charge on; their horsemen come from afar; they fly like the eagle that hastens to eat.


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