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Genesis 21:15 - Y'all Version Bible

15 The water in the container was spent, and she put the child under one of the shrubs.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 When the water in the bottle was all gone, Hagar caused the youth to lie down under one of the shrubs.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 And the water in the bottle was spent, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs.

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Common English Bible

15 Finally the water in the flask ran out, and she put the boy down under one of the desert shrubs.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 And when the water in the skin had been consumed, she set aside the boy, under one of the trees that were there.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

15 And when the water in the bottle was spent, she cast the boy under one of the trees that were there.

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Genesis 21:15
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Abraham rose up early in the morning, and took bread and a container of water, and gave it to Hagar, putting it on her shoulder, and gave her the child, and sent her away. She departed, and wandered in the wilderness of Beersheba.


She went and sat down opposite him, a good way off, about a bow shot away. For she said, “Don’t let me see the death of the child.” She sat opposite him, and lifted up her voice, and wept.


She said, “As YHWH your God lives, I don’t have anything baked, but only a handful of meal in a jar and a little oil in a jar. I am gathering two sticks, so that I may go in and bake it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die.”


So the king of Israel went with the king of Judah and the king of Edom, and they marched for seven days along a circuitous route. There was no water for the army or for the animals that followed them.


God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.


The blacksmith takes an ax, works in the coals, fashions it with hammers, and works it with his strong arm. He is hungry, and his strength fails; he drinks no water, and is faint.


Their nobles send their little servants for waters. They come to the cisterns, and find no water. They return with their vessels empty. They are disappointed and confounded, and cover their heads.


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