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Psalm 76:5 - New International Version (Anglicised)

5 The valiant lie plundered, they sleep their last sleep; not one of the warriors can lift his hands.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: And none of the men of might have found their hands.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 The stouthearted are stripped of their spoil, they have slept the sleep [of death]; and none of the men of might could raise their hands.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 The stouthearted are made a spoil, They have slept their sleep; And none of the men of might have found their hands.

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Common English Bible

5 The bravehearted lie plundered. They sank into deep lethargy. All the strong troops couldn’t even lift their hands!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 My eyes anticipated the vigils. I was disturbed, and I did not speak.

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Psalm 76:5
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,


‘Assyria will fall by no human sword; a sword, not of mortals, will devour them. They will flee before the sword and their young men will be put to forced labour.


Then the angel of the Lord went out and put to death a hundred and eighty-five thousand in the Assyrian camp. When the people got up the next morning – there were all the dead bodies!


Listen to me, you stubborn-hearted, you who are now far from my righteousness.


But while they are aroused, I will set out a feast for them and make them drunk, so that they shout with laughter – then sleep for ever and not awake,’ declares the Lord.


Now I, Nebuchadnezzar, praise and exalt and glorify the King of heaven, because everything he does is right and all his ways are just. And those who walk in pride he is able to humble.


King of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your nobles lie down to rest. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no-one to gather them.


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