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Job 24:11 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

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

So that they go about naked without clothing, And being an-hungred they carry the sheaves;


From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God imputeth it not for folly


He is swift upon the face of the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth: He turneth not by the way of the vineyards.


And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the fruitful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither joyful noise: no treader shall tread out wine in the presses; I have made the vintage shout to cease.


Woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by injustice; that useth his neighbour's service without wages, and giveth him not his hire;


Thou shalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn.


Behold, the hire of the labourers who mowed your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth out: and the cries of them that reaped have entered into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth.


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