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Jeremiah 47:6 - Revised Standard Version

6 Ah, sword of the Lord! How long till you are quiet? Put yourself into your scabbard, rest and be still!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 O thou sword of the LORD, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard, rest, and be still.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 O you sword of the Lord, how long will it be before you are quiet? Put yourself into your scabbard; rest and be still.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 O thou sword of Jehovah, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard; rest, and be still.

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Common English Bible

6 You sword of the LORD, how long until you are silent? Return to your sheath; rest and be still!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 O sharp sword of the Lord, how long will you be without rest? Enter your sheath; be refreshed and silenced.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 O thou sword of the Lord, how long wilt thou not be quiet? Go into thy scabbard: rest and be still.

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Jeremiah 47:6
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Abner called to Joab, “Shall the sword devour for ever? Do you not know that the end will be bitter? How long will it be before you bid your people turn from the pursuit of their brethren?”


Then the Lord commanded the angel; and he put his sword back into its sheath.


Arise, O Lord! confront them, overthrow them! Deliver my life from the wicked by thy sword,


Shall the axe vaunt itself over him who hews with it, or the saw magnify itself against him who wields it? As if a rod should wield him who lifts it, or as if a staff should lift him who is not wood!


Ah, Assyria, the rod of my anger, the staff of my fury!


Upon all the bare heights in the desert destroyers have come; for the sword of the Lord devours from one end of the land to the other; no flesh has peace.


How long will the land mourn, and the grass of every field wither? For the wickedness of those who dwell in it the beasts and the birds are swept away, because men said, “He will not see our latter end.”


“I will appoint over them four kinds of destroyers, says the Lord: the sword to slay, the dogs to tear, and the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth to devour and destroy.


“Then you shall say to them, ‘Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: Drink, be drunk and vomit, fall and rise no more, because of the sword which I am sending among you.’


How long must I see the standard, and hear the sound of the trumpet?


“Cursed is he who does the work of the Lord with slackness; and cursed is he who keeps back his sword from bloodshed.


“A sword upon the Chaldeans, says the Lord, and upon the inhabitants of Babylon, and upon her princes and her wise men!


Or if I bring a sword upon that land, and say, Let a sword go through the land; and I cut off from it man and beast;


Return it to its sheath. In the place where you were created, in the land of your origin, I will judge you.


“Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, against the man who stands next to me,” says the Lord of hosts. “Strike the shepherd, that the sheep may be scattered; I will turn my hand against the little ones.


Jesus said to Peter, “Put your sword into its sheath; shall I not drink the cup which the Father has given me?”


And the three companies blew the trumpets and broke the jars, holding in their left hands the torches, and in their right hands the trumpets to blow; and they cried, “A sword for the Lord and for Gideon!”


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