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2 Kings 5:7 - New International Version (Anglicised)

7 As soon as the king of Israel read the letter, he tore his robes and said, ‘Am I God? Can I kill and bring back to life? Why does this fellow send someone to me to be cured of his leprosy? See how he is trying to pick a quarrel with me!’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 And it came to pass, when the king of Israel had read the letter, that he rent his clothes, and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man doth send unto me to recover a man of his leprosy? Wherefore consider, I pray you, and see how he seeketh a quarrel against me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 When the king of Israel read the letter, he rent his clothes and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man sends to me to heal a man of his leprosy? Just consider and see how he is seeking a quarrel with me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 And it came to pass, when the king of Israel had read the letter, that he rent his clothes, and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man doth send unto me to recover a man of his leprosy? but consider, I pray you, and see how he seeketh a quarrel against me.

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Common English Bible

7 When the king of Israel read the letter, he ripped his clothes. He said, “What? Am I God to hand out death and life? But this king writes me, asking me to cure someone of his skin disease! You must realize that he wants to start a fight with me.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 And when the king of Israel had read the letter, he tore his garments, and he said: "Am I God, so that I could take or give life, or so that this man would send to me to cure a man from his leprosy? Take notice and see that he is seeking occasions against me."

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2 Kings 5:7
19 Tagairtí Cros  

Jacob became angry with her and said, ‘Am I in the place of God, who has kept you from having children?’


When Reuben returned to the cistern and saw that Joseph was not there, he tore his clothes.


But Joseph said to them, ‘Don’t be afraid. Am I in the place of God?


Then David and all the men with him took hold of their clothes and tore them.


The king of Israel summoned all the elders of the land and said to them, ‘See how this man is looking for trouble! When he sent for my wives and my children, my silver and my gold, I did not refuse him.’


She looked and there was the king, standing by the pillar, as the custom was. The officers and the trumpeters were beside the king, and all the people of the land were rejoicing and blowing trumpets. Then Athaliah tore her robes and called out, ‘Treason! Treason!’


Then Eliakim son of Hilkiah the palace administrator, Shebna the secretary, and Joah son of Asaph the recorder went to Hezekiah, with their clothes torn, and told him what the field commander had said.


The letter that he took to the king of Israel read: ‘With this letter I am sending my servant Naaman to you so that you may cure him of his leprosy.’


The king and all his attendants who heard all these words showed no fear, nor did they tear their clothes.


What the king asks is too difficult. No-one can reveal it to the king except the gods, and they do not live among humans.’


‘Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up our wounds.


Joshua son of Nun and Caleb son of Jephunneh, who were among those who had explored the land, tore their clothes


Then the high priest tore his clothes and said, ‘He has spoken blasphemy! Why do we need any more witnesses? Look, now you have heard the blasphemy.


waiting to catch him in something he might say.


But when the apostles Barnabas and Paul heard of this, they tore their clothes and rushed out into the crowd, shouting:


If only they were wise and would understand this and discern what their end will be!


‘See now that I myself am he! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to life, I have wounded and I will heal, and no-one can deliver out of my hand.


‘The Lord brings death and makes alive; he brings down to the grave and raises up.


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