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Ezekiel 32:6 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

6 I will also water with thy blood the land wherein thou swimmest, even to the mountains; and the watercourses shall be full of thee.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 I will also water with thy blood the land wherein thou swimmest, even to the mountains; and the rivers shall be full of thee.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 I will also water with your flowing blood the land, even to the mountains, and the hollows and water channels shall be full of you.

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 I will also water with thy blood the land wherein thou swimmest, even to the mountains; and the watercourses shall be full of thee.

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Common English Bible

6 With your blood I will soak your irrigated land, and the streambeds will be filled with you.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 And I will irrigate the earth with your rotting blood upon the mountains. And the valleys will be filled with you.

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Ezekiel 32:6
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Thus saith the LORD, In this thou shalt know that I am the LORD: behold, I will smite with the rod that is in mine hand upon the waters which are in the river, and they shall be turned to blood.


Their slain also shall be cast out, and the stink of their carcases shall come up, and the mountains shall be melted with their blood.


And the wild-oxen shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be drunken with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness.


therefore, as I live, saith the Lord GOD I will prepare thee unto blood, and blood shall pursue thee: sith thou hast not hated blood, therefore blood shall pursue thee.


And I will fill his mountains with his slain: in thy hills and in thy valleys and in all thy watercourses shall they fall that are slain with the sword.


And the winepress was trodden without the city, and there came out blood from the winepress, even unto the bridles of the horses, as far as a thousand and six hundred furlongs.


for they poured out the blood of saints and prophets, and blood hast thou given them to drink: they are worthy.


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