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Jeremiah 41:7 - Modern King James Version

7 And it happened when they came into the middle of the city, Ishmael the son of Nethaniah killed them, he and the men with him, and they threw them into the middle of the pit.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 And it was so, when they came into the midst of the city, that Ishmael the son of Nethaniah slew them, and cast them into the midst of the pit, he, and the men that were with him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 And when they came into the city, Ishmael son of Nethaniah slew them, and cast them into the midst of the [city] cistern pit–he and the men with him.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 And it was so, when they came into the midst of the city, that Ishmael the son of Nethaniah slew them, and cast them into the midst of the pit, he, and the men that were with him.

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Common English Bible

7 When they arrived in the middle of the town, Ishmael, Nethaniah’s son, and the men with him slaughtered them and threw their bodies into a cistern.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 And when they had arrived at the center of the city, Ishmael, the son of Nethaniah, put them to death around the public cistern, he and the men who were with him.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 And when they were come to the midst of the city, Ismahel the son of Nathanias slew them and cast them into the midst of the pit, he and the men that were with him.

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Jeremiah 41:7
11 Tagairtí Cros  

But Pekah the son of Remaliah, a commander of his, conspired against him and struck him in Samaria, in the palace of the king's house, with Argob and Arieh, and fifty men of the Gileadites with him. And he killed him and reigned in his place.


But You, O God, will bring them down into the pit of ruin; bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days; but I will trust in You.


for their feet run to evil and make haste to shed blood.


But you are cast out of your grave like a hateful branch, and like the clothing of those who are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; like a dead body trampled under foot.


Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood; their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and ruin are in their paths.


Her rulers in her midst are like wolves tearing the prey, to shed blood and to destroy souls, to get unjust gain.


"their feet are swift to shed blood;


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