KJV:
Strangers shall fade away, and they shall be afraid out of their close places.
NASB:
"Foreigners lose heart, And come trembling out of their fortresses.
KJV:
And the king of Israel answered and said, Tell him, Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off.
NASB:
Then the king of Israel replied, "Tell him, 'Let not him who girds on his armor boast like him who takes it off.'"
KJV:
So they girded sackcloth on their loins, and put ropes on their heads, and came to the king of Israel, and said, Thy servant Benhadad saith, I pray thee, let me live. And he said, Is he yet alive? he is my brother.
NASB:
So they girded sackcloth on their loins and put ropes on their heads, and came to the king of Israel and said, "Your servant Ben-hadad says, 'Please let me live.'" And he said, "Is he still alive? He is my brother."
KJV:
And when all the Moabites heard that the kings were come up to fight against them, they gathered all that were able to put on armour, and upward, and stood in the border.
NASB:
Now all the Moabites heard that the kings had come up to fight against them. And all who were able to put on armor and older were summoned and stood on the border.
KJV:
Then he said to Gehazi, Gird up thy loins, and take my staff in thine hand, and go thy way: if thou meet any man, salute him not; and if any salute thee, answer him not again: and lay my staff upon the face of the child.
NASB:
Then he said to Gehazi, "Gird up your loins and take my staff in your hand, and go your way; if you meet any man, do not salute him, and if anyone salutes you, do not answer him; and lay my staff on the lad's face."
KJV:
And Elisha the prophet called one of the children of the prophets, and said unto him, Gird up thy loins, and take this box of oil in thine hand, and go to Ramothgilead:
NASB:
Now Elisha the prophet called one of the sons of the prophets and said to him, "Gird up your loins, and take this flask of oil in your hand and go to Ramoth-gilead.
KJV:
Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.
NASB:
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One, In Your splendor and Your majesty!
KJV:
They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
NASB:
The pastures of the wilderness drip, And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.