Löydetty 386 Tulokset: battle of Jonathan

  • And Achis answering said to David: I know that thou art good in my sight, as an angel of God: but the princes of the Philistines have said: He shall not go up with us to the battle. (1 Samuel 29, 9)

  • And no man shall hearken to you in this matter. But equal shall be the portion of him that went down to battle and of him that abode at the baggage, and they shall divide alike. (1 Samuel 30, 24)

  • And the Philistines fell upon Saul, and upon his sons, and they slew Jonathan, and Abinadab and Melchisua the sons of Saul. (1 Samuel 31, 2)

  • And the whole weight of the battle was turned upon Saul: and the archers overtook him, and he was grievously wounded by the archers. (1 Samuel 31, 3)

  • And David said unto him: What is the matter that is come to pass? tell me. He said: The people are fled from the battle, and many of the people are fallen and dead: moreover Saul and Jonathan his son are slain. (2 Samuel 1, 4)

  • And David said to the young man that told him: How knowest thou that Saul and Jonathan his son, are dead? (2 Samuel 1, 5)

  • And they mourned, and wept, and fasted until evening for Saul, and for Jonathan his son, and for the people of the Lord, and for the house of Israel, because they were fallen by the sword. (2 Samuel 1, 12)

  • And David made this kind of lamentation over Saul, and over Jonathan his son. (2 Samuel 1, 17)

  • From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the valiant, the arrow of Jonathan never turned back, and the sword of Saul did not return empty. (2 Samuel 1, 22)

  • Saul and Jonathan, lovely, and comely in their life, even in death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, stronger than lions. (2 Samuel 1, 23)

  • How are the valiant fallen in battle? Jonathan slain in the high places? (2 Samuel 1, 25)

  • I grieve for thee, my brother Jonathan: exceeding beautiful, and amiable to me above the love of women. As the mother loveth her only son, so did I love thee. (2 Samuel 1, 26)


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