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2 Samuel 1:24 - Modern King James Version

24 Daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and with delights; who put ornaments of gold on your clothes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

24 Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, Who clothed you in scarlet, with other delights, Who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 You daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet with [other] delights, who put ornaments of gold upon your apparel.

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American Standard Version (1901)

24 Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, Who clothed you in scarlet delicately, Who put ornaments of gold upon your apparel.

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Common English Bible

24 Daughters of Israel, weep over Saul! He dressed you in crimson with jewels; he decorated your clothes with gold jewelry.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 O daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you with scarlet finery, who offered ornaments of gold for your adornment.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

24 Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you with scarlet in delights, who gave ornaments of gold for your attire.

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2 Samuel 1:24
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided. They were swifter than eagles; they were stronger than lions.


How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! Jonathan is slain on your high places.


Kings of armies fled away; and she who stayed at home divided the plunder.


As a ring of gold, and an ornament of fine gold, so is a wise reprover upon a hearing ear.


She is not afraid of the snow for her household; for all her household are clothed with scarlet.


Can a virgin forget her ornaments, or a bride her attire? Yet My people have forgotten Me days without number.


Do they not find and divide the spoil? A womb, two wombs to a man's head, to Sisera a prize of dyed garments, a prize of embroidered dyed garments for the necks of those that take the spoil.


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