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Job 24:11 - Revised Standard Version CI

among the olive rows of the wicked they make oil; they tread the wine presses, but suffer thirst.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Which make oil within their walls, And tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Among the olive rows [of the wicked, the poor] make oil; they tread [the fresh juice of the grape from] the presses, but suffer thirst.

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American Standard Version (1901)

They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

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Common English Bible

crush olives between millstones, tread winepresses, but remain thirsty.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

They take their midday rest among the stockpiles of those who, though they have trodden the winepresses, suffer thirst.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

They have taken their rest at noon among the stores of them who after having trodden the wine-presses suffer thirst.

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Job 24:11
7 Krydshenvisninger  

They go about naked, without clothing; hungry, they carry the sheaves;


From out of the city the dying groan, and the soul of the wounded cries for help; yet God pays no attention to their prayer.


“You say, ‘They are swiftly carried away upon the face of the waters; their portion is cursed in the land; no treader turns toward their vineyards.


And joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field; and in the vineyards no songs are sung, no shouts are raised; no treader treads out wine in the presses; the vintage shout is hushed.


“Woe to him who builds his house by unrighteousness, and his upper rooms by injustice; who makes his neighbor serve him for nothing, and does not give him his wages;


“You shall not muzzle an ox when it treads out the grain.


Behold, the wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out; and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.