Let their own eyes see their destruction, and let them drink of the wrath of the Almighty.
Deuteronomy 18:4 - Revised Standard Version The first fruits of your grain, of your wine and of your oil, and the first of the fleece of your sheep, you shall give him. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 The firstfruit also of thy corn, of thy wine, and of thine oil, and the first of the fleece of thy sheep, shalt thou give him. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition The firstfruits of your grain, of your new wine, and of your oil, and the first or best of the fleece of your sheep you shall give the priest. American Standard Version (1901) The first-fruits of thy grain, of thy new wine, and of thine oil, and the first of the fleece of thy sheep, shalt thou give him. Common English Bible You must also give the priest the first portions of your grain, wine, and oil, and the first of your sheep’s shearing Catholic Public Domain Version the first-fruits of grain, wine, and oil, and a portion of the wool from the shearing of the sheep. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version The first-fruits also of corn, of wine, and of oil, and a part of the wool from the shearing of their sheep. |
Let their own eyes see their destruction, and let them drink of the wrath of the Almighty.
“You shall not delay to offer from the fulness of your harvest and from the outflow of your presses. “The first-born of your sons you shall give to me.
“The first of the first fruits of your ground you shall bring into the house of the Lord your God. “You shall not boil a kid in its mother's milk.
“Say to the people of Israel, When you come into the land which I give you and reap its harvest, you shall bring the sheaf of the first fruits of your harvest to the priest;
You shall bring from your dwellings two loaves of bread to be waved, made of two tenths of an ephah; they shall be of fine flour, they shall be baked with leaven, as first fruits to the Lord.
and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.