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Jeremiah 47:3 - Tree of Life Version

3 The noise— the stomping hooves of his stallions, the rumbling of his chariots, the reverberation of his wheels! Fathers will not turn back for their children because of their limp hands.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his strong horses, at the rushing of his chariots, and at the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers shall not look back to their children for feebleness of hands;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of [the Chaldean king's] war-horses, at the rattling of his chariots, and at the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers do not look back to their children, so feeble are their hands [with terror]

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his strong ones, at the rushing of his chariots, at the rumbling of his wheels, the fathers look not back to their children for feebleness of hands;

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Common English Bible

3 At the pounding of the stallions’ hooves, at the deafening roar of the chariots’ wheels, parents abandon children, so paralyzed are they with fear.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 before the uproar of a procession of weapons and of his soldiers, before the commotion of his four-horse chariots and the multitude of his wheels. The fathers have not looked back for the sons, because of feebleness of hands,

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Jeremiah 47:3
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Their arrows are sharp and all their bows bent; their horse hooves will be like flint and their wheels like a whirlwind.


Prance, you horses, and rush madly, you chariots. Let the warriors go out— Cush and Put grasping the shield, Lydians grasping and bending the bow!


They grasp bow and javelin. They are cruel, with no compassion. Their voice roars like the sea, as they ride on horses, arranged as warriors for battle, against you, daughter of Babylon.


From Dan is heard the snorting of his horses. At the sound of his stallions neighing, the whole land quakes. For they come and devour the land and everything in it— the city and all who live there.


They will come against you with armed chariots, whirling wheels and an assembly of people. They will set themselves against you on every side with armor, shield and helmet. I will delegate judgment to them, so they will judge you according to their standards of justice.


He makes the shield of warriors’ red— valiant men are clad in scarlet! the chariot burns with metal fire on the day of his preparation, The fir trees are shaken.


What was erected will be exiled and carried away. Her handmaids are lamenting like the sound of doves, beating their breasts.


They had chests like iron breastplates; and the noise of their wings was like the noise of many horse-drawn chariots rushing into battle.


Then the horses’ hooves beat from the dashing, the dashing of his mighty steeds.


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