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Joel 2:8 - New Revised Standard Version

8 They do not jostle one another, each keeps to its own track; they burst through the weapons and are not halted.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 neither shall one thrust another; they shall walk every one in his path: and when they fall upon the sword, they shall not be wounded.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 Neither does one thrust upon another; they walk every one in his path. And they burst through and upon the weapons, yet they are not wounded and do not change their course.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 Neither doth one thrust another; they march every one in his path; and they burst through the weapons, and break not off their course.

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Common English Bible

8 They don’t crowd each other; each keeps to their own path. Even if they fall among the weapons, they won’t stop.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 And each one will not hem in his brother; every one will walk in his own rough path. Moreover, they will drop through the breach and not be harmed.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 No one shall press upon his brother: they shall walk every one in his path: yea, and they shall fall through the windows, and shall take no harm.

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Joel 2:8
11 Tagairtí Cros  

and he set all the people as a guard for the king, everyone with weapon in hand, from the south side of the house to the north side of the house, around the altar and the house.


Hezekiah set to work resolutely and built up the entire wall that was broken down, and raised towers on it, and outside it he built another wall; he also strengthened the Millo in the city of David, and made weapons and shields in abundance.


who were building the wall. The burden bearers carried their loads in such a way that each labored on the work with one hand and with the other held a weapon.


So neither I nor my brothers nor my servants nor the men of the guard who followed me ever took off our clothes; each kept his weapon in his right hand.


to spare their souls from the Pit, their lives from traversing the River.


But if they do not listen, they shall perish by the sword, and die without knowledge.


the locusts have no king, yet all of them march in rank;


Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard,


None of them is weary, none stumbles, none slumbers or sleeps, not a loincloth is loose, not a sandal-thong broken;


Like warriors they charge, like soldiers they scale the wall. Each keeps to its own course, they do not swerve from their paths.


They leap upon the city, they run upon the walls; they climb up into the houses, they enter through the windows like a thief.


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