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Judges 5:28 - Revised Version 1885

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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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  

And Ahaziah fell down through the lattice in his upper chamber that was in Samaria, and was sick: and he sent messengers, and said unto them, Go, inquire of Baal-zebub the god of Ekron whether I shall recover of this sickness.


For at the window of my house I looked forth through my lattice;


My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh in at the windows, He sheweth himself through the lattice.


Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.


Be patient therefore, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient over it, until it receive the early and latter rain.


And the LORD discomfited Sisera, and all his chariots, and all his host, with the edge of the sword before Barak; and Sisera lighted down from his chariot, and fled away on his feet.


At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead.


Her wise ladies answered her, yea, she returned answer to herself,


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