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Hosea 10:7 - New International Version (Anglicised)

7 Samaria’s king will be destroyed, swept away like a twig on the surface of the waters.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 As for Samaria, her king is cut off as the foam upon the water.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 As for Samaria, her king and her whole monarchy are cut off like twigs or foam upon the water.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 As for Samaria, her king is cut off, as foam upon the water.

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Common English Bible

7 Samaria will be cut off; her king is like a chip of wood on the surface of the water.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Samaria has required her king to pass by, like foam on the face of the water.

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Hosea 10:7
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Some time later there was an incident involving a vineyard belonging to Naboth the Jezreelite. The vineyard was in Jezreel, close to the palace of Ahab king of Samaria.


But the angel of the Lord said to Elijah the Tishbite, ‘Go up and meet the messengers of the king of Samaria and ask them, “Is it because there is no God in Israel that you are going off to consult Baal-Zebub, the god of Ekron?”


Then Hoshea son of Elah conspired against Pekah son of Remaliah. He attacked and assassinated him, and then succeeded him as king in the twentieth year of Jotham son of Uzziah.


But the king of Assyria discovered that Hoshea was a traitor, for he had sent envoys to So king of Egypt, and he no longer paid tribute to the king of Assyria, as he had done year by year. Therefore Shalmaneser seized him and put him in prison.


So will it happen to you, Bethel, because your wickedness is great. When that day dawns, the king of Israel will be completely destroyed.


Then they will say, ‘We have no king because we did not revere the Lord. But even if we had a king, what could he do for us?’


The high places of wickedness will be destroyed – it is the sin of Israel. Thorns and thistles will grow up and cover their altars. Then they will say to the mountains, ‘Cover us!’ and to the hills, ‘Fall on us!’


So in my anger I gave you a king, and in my wrath I took him away.


They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved for ever.


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