And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, everyone departed to his home.

以色列人见亚比米勒死了，便各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人见亚比米勒死了，就各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人见亚比米勒死了，就各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人见亚比米勒已死，便各自回家了。

以色列人看见亚比米勒死了，就各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人見亞比米勒死了，便各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人見亞比米勒死了，就各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人見亞比米勒死了，就各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人見亞比米勒已死，便各自回家了。

以色列人看見亞比米勒死了，就各回自己的地方去了。

以色列人見亞比米勒死了，便各往自己的地方去了。

以色列人見亞比米勒已死、各歸其所、

以色列族見亞庇米力已死、各歸其所。

以色列人見亞比米勒死、遂各歸其處、

When the Israelites saw that Abimelek was dead, they went home.

When the Israelites saw he was dead, they went home.

When Abimelech’s men saw that he was dead, they disbanded and returned to their homes.

When the Israelites saw that Abimelech was dead, they all went home.

Now when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, each left for his home.

And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they departed, every man to his place.

And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they departed every man unto his place.

When the Israelites saw that Abimelech was dead, they all went home.

And when the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they departed every man unto his place.

When the Israelites saw that Abimelech was dead, they went home.

When the men of Israel saw that Abimelech was dead, they each departed to his place.

Then Joab blew the trumpet, and the troops came back from pursuing Israel, for Joab restrained them.

That is not true. But a man of the hill country of Ephraim, called Sheba the son of Bichri, has lifted up his hand against King David. Give up him alone, and I will withdraw from the city.” And the woman said to Joab,“ Behold, his head shall be thrown to you over the wall.”Then the woman went to all the people in her wisdom. And they cut off the head of Sheba the son of Bichri and threw it out to Joab. So he blew the trumpet, and they dispersed from the city, every man to his home. And Joab returned to Jerusalem to the king.

Drive out a scoffer, and strife will go out, and quarreling and abuse will cease.

And the battle continued that day, and the king was propped up in his chariot facing the Syrians, until at evening he died. And the blood of the wound flowed into the bottom of the chariot.And about sunset a cry went through the army,“ Every man to his city, and every man to his country!”