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Job 24:11 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

11 between their terraces they press out oil; they tread the winepresses but suffer thirst.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 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)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 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

11 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 Cross References  

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


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


“Swift are they on the face of the waters; their portion in the land is cursed; no treader turns toward their vineyards.


Joy and gladness are taken away from the fruitful field, and in the vineyards no exultation is heard; 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 neighbors work for nothing and does not give them their wages,


“You shall not muzzle an ox while it is treading out the grain.


Listen! 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.


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