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

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

Then Joab blew the trumpet and the army turned back from chasing Israel, for Joab had called for the army to halt.

That’s not the way things are. There is a man from the hill country of Ephraim named Sheba son of Bicri. He has rebelled against King David. Give me just this one man, and I will leave the city.” The woman said to Joab,“ This very minute his head will be thrown over the wall to you!”Then the woman went to all the people with her wise advice and they cut off Sheba’s head and threw it out to Joab. Joab blew the trumpet, and his men dispersed from the city, each going to his own home. Joab returned to the king in Jerusalem.

Drive out the scorner and contention will leave; strife and insults will cease.

While the battle raged throughout the day, the king stood propped up in his chariot opposite the Syrians. He died in the evening; the blood from the wound ran down into the bottom of the chariot.As the sun was setting, a cry went through the camp,“ Each one should return to his city and to his homeland.”