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Genesis 21:15 - Revised Standard Version

15 When the water in the skin was gone, she cast the child under one of the bushes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 When the water in the bottle was all gone, Hagar caused the youth to lie down under one of the shrubs.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 And the water in the bottle was spent, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs.

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Common English Bible

15 Finally the water in the flask ran out, and she put the boy down under one of the desert shrubs.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 And when the water in the skin had been consumed, she set aside the boy, under one of the trees that were there.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

15 And when the water in the bottle was spent, she cast the boy under one of the trees that were there.

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Genesis 21:15
9 Tagairtí Cros  

So Abraham rose early in the morning, and took bread and a skin of water, and gave it to Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, along with the child, and sent her away. And she departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Beer-sheba.


Then she went, and sat down over against him a good way off, about the distance of a bowshot; for she said, “Let me not look upon the death of the child.” And as she sat over against him, the child lifted up his voice and wept.


And she said, “As the Lord your God lives, I have nothing baked, only a handful of meal in a jar, and a little oil in a cruse; and now, I am gathering a couple of sticks, that I may go in and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it, and die.”


So the king of Israel went with the king of Judah and the king of Edom. And when they had made a circuitous march of seven days, there was no water for the army or for the beasts which followed them.


O God, thou art my God, I seek thee, my soul thirsts for thee; my flesh faints for thee, as in a dry and weary land where no water is.


The ironsmith fashions it and works it over the coals; he shapes it with hammers, and forges it with his strong arm; he becomes hungry and his strength fails, he drinks no water and is faint.


Her nobles send their servants for water; they come to the cisterns, they find no water, they return with their vessels empty; they are ashamed and confounded and cover their heads.


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