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Judges 5:28 - New Revised Standard Version

28 “Out of the window she peered, the mother of Sisera gazed through the lattice: ‘Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the hoofbeats of his chariots?’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

28 The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, And cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

28 The mother of Sisera looked out at a window and wailed through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why do the hoofbeats of his chariots tarry?

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American Standard Version (1901)

28 Through the window she looked forth, and cried, The mother of Sisera cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? Why tarry the wheels of his chariots?

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Common English Bible

28 Through the window she watched, Sisera’s mother looked longingly through the lattice. “Why is his chariot taking so long to come? Why are the hoofbeats of his chariot horses delayed?”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

28 His mother gazed through a window and wailed. And she spoke from an upper room: 'Why does his chariot delay in returning? Why are the feet of his team of horses so slow?'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

28 His mother looked out at a window, and howled. And she spoke from the dining-room: Why is his chariot so long in coming back? Why are the feet of his horses so slow?

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Judges 5:28
8 Tagairtí Cros  

Ahaziah had fallen through the lattice in his upper chamber in Samaria, and lay injured; so he sent messengers, telling them, “Go, inquire of Baal-zebub, the god of Ekron, whether I shall recover from this injury.”


For at the window of my house I looked out through my lattice,


My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.


Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of spices!


Be patient, therefore, beloved, until the coming of the Lord. The farmer waits for the precious crop from the earth, being patient with it until it receives the early and the late rains.


And the Lord threw Sisera and all his chariots and all his army into a panic before Barak; Sisera got down from his chariot and fled away on foot,


He sank, he fell, he lay still at her feet; at her feet he sank, he fell; where he sank, there he fell dead.


Her wisest ladies make answer, indeed, she answers the question herself:


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