Verse 6
But the rulers of Sucoth sayde: Are the handes of Zebea and Salmana in thy handes allready, that we must geue bred vnto thy men of warre?
Referenced Verses
- 1 Kgs 20:11 : 11 But ye kynge of Israel answered, & sayde: Tell him, Let not him yt putteth on ye harnes, make his boast like him yt hath put it of
- 2 Kgs 14:9 : 9 But Ioas ye kynge of Israel sent vnto Amasias the kynge of Iuda, sayenge: The hawthorne that is in Libanus, sent to the Ceder tre in Libanus, sayenge: Geue thy doughter vnto my sonne to wife. But a wylde beest of the felde ranne ouer ye hawthorne, and trode it downe.
- Prov 18:23 : 23 The poore maketh supplicacion and prayeth mekely, but the riche geueth a rough answere.
- Phil 2:21 : 21 for all other seke their awne, not that which is Iesus Christes.
- Gen 25:13 : 13 And these are the names of Ismaels children, of whom their kynredes are named. The eldest sonne of Ismael, Nebaioth, Cedar, Abdeel, Mibsan,
- Gen 37:25 : 25 & they sat them downe to eate. In the meane season they lift vp their eyes, and sawe a copany of Ismaelites comynge from Gilead, with their camels, which bare spyces, balme, and myrre, and were goinge downe into Egipte.
- Gen 37:28 : 28 And as the Madianites marchaunt men wente by, they drew Ioseph out of the pytt, and solde him vnto the Ismaelites (for twetye syluer pens) which brought him in to Egipte.
- Judg 5:23 : 23 Curse the cite of Meros (sayde ye angell of the LORDE) curse the citesyns therof, because they come not to helpe ye LORDE, to helpe the LORDE to the giauntes.
- Judg 8:15 : 15 And he came to the men of Sucoth, & sayde: Beholde, here is Zebea & Salmana, cocernynge who ye laughed me to scorne, & sayde: Are the handes of Zebea and Salmana in thy hades all ready, that we must geue bred vnto thy men which are weery?
- 1 Sam 25:10-11 : 10 But Nabal answered Dauids seruauntes, & sayde: What is he yt Dauid? & who is the sonne of Isai? There are many seruauntes now yt runne awaye from their masters. 11 Shulde I take my bred, water and flesh, that I haue slayne for my clyppers, & geue it vnto me whom I knowe not whence they are?