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1 Kings 22:18 - Revised Version 1885

18 And the king of Israel said to Jehoshaphat, Did I not tell thee that he would not prophesy good concerning me, but evil?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 And the king of Israel said unto Jehoshaphat, Did I not tell thee that he would prophesy no good concerning me, but evil?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 Then the king of Israel said to Jehoshaphat, Did I not tell you that he would prophesy no good concerning me, but evil?

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 And the king of Israel said to Jehoshaphat, Did I not tell thee that he would not prophesy good concerning me, but evil?

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Common English Bible

18 Then Israel’s king said to Jehoshaphat, “Didn’t I tell you? He never prophesies anything good about me, only bad.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 Therefore, the king of Israel said to Jehoshaphat: "Did I not tell you that he prophesies nothing good to me, but always evil?"

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 (Then the king of Israel said to Josaphat: Did I not tell thee, that he prophesieth no good to me, but always evil?)

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1 Kings 22:18
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And he said, Therefore hear thou the word of the LORD: I saw the LORD sitting on his throne, and all the host of heaven standing by him on his right hand and on his left.


And the king of Israel said unto Jehoshaphat, There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the LORD, Micaiah the son of Imlah: but I hate him; for he doth not prophesy good concerning me, but evil. And Jehoshaphat said, Let not the king say so.


The fear of the wicked, it shall come upon him: And the desire of the righteous shall be granted.


Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar with a pestle among bruised corn, Yet will not his foolishness depart from him.


He that being often reproved hardeneth his neck Shall suddenly be broken, and that without remedy.


And one of the lawyers answering saith unto him, Master, in saying this thou reproachest us also.


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