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2 Samuel 19:3 - Modern King James Version

3 And the people went up secretly into the city that day, as people who are ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people being ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 The people slipped into the city stealthily that day as humiliated people steal away when they flee in battle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 And the people gat them by stealth that day into the city, as people that are ashamed steal away when they flee in battle.

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Common English Bible

3 So that day the troops crept back into the city like soldiers creep back ashamed after they’ve fled from battle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 And the people declined to enter the city on that day, in the manner that the people were accustomed to decline if they had turned and fled from battle.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 And the people shunned the going into the city that day as a people would do that hath turned their backs, and fled away from the battle.

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2 Samuel 19:3
5 Tagairtí Cros  

Why did you flee away secretly, and steal away from me, and did not tell me so that I might have sent you away with mirth, and with songs, with tabret and with harp?


And David came to Mahanaim. And Absalom passed over Jordan, he and all the men of Israel with him.


And the victory that day was turned into mourning to all the people. For the people heard it said that day how the king was grieved for his son.


And Barzillai was a very aged man, eighty years old. And he had provided food for the king while he abode at Mahanaim, for he was a very great man.


But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!


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