Psalm 147:17
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The NET Bible First Edition, Copyright 1996-2005 by Biblical Studies Press
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ESVEnglish Standard Version
He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs;
who can stand before his cold?
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NIVNew International Version (2011)
He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?
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CSBChristian Standard Bible
he throws his hailstones like crumbs.
Who can withstand his cold?
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NLTNew Living Translation
He hurls the hail like stones.
Who can stand against his freezing cold?
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LEBThe Lexham English Bible
he throws his hail like crumbs.
Who can stand before his cold?
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KJV 1900King James Version
He casteth forth his ice like morsels:
Who can stand before his cold?
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