Have they no knowledge, all the evildoers who eat up my people as they eat bread and do not call upon the Lord?
Micah 3:3 - English Standard Version 2016 who eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones in pieces and chop them up like meat in a pot, like flesh in a cauldron. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Yes, you who eat the flesh of my people and strip their skin from off them, who break their bones and chop them in pieces as for the pot, like meat in a big kettle. American Standard Version (1901) who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron. Common English Bible who devour the flesh of my people, tear off their skin, break their bones in pieces, and spread them out as if in a pot, like meat in a kettle. Catholic Public Domain Version They have devoured the flesh of my people, and have stripped their skin from over them, and they have shattered and chopped their bones, as if for the kettle, and like flesh in the middle of the pot. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Who have eaten the flesh of my people, and have flayed their skin from off them: and have broken, and chopped their bones as for the kettle, and as flesh in the midst of the pot. |
Have they no knowledge, all the evildoers who eat up my people as they eat bread and do not call upon the Lord?
When evildoers assail me to eat up my flesh, my adversaries and foes, it is they who stumble and fall.
There are those whose teeth are swords, whose fangs are knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, the needy from among mankind.
The Lord will enter into judgment with the elders and princes of his people: “It is you who have devoured the vineyard, the spoil of the poor is in your houses.
What do you mean by crushing my people, by grinding the face of the poor?” declares the Lord God of hosts.
who say, ‘The time is not near to build houses. This city is the cauldron, and we are the meat.’
put in it the pieces of meat, all the good pieces, the thigh and the shoulder; fill it with choice bones.
Hear this, you who trample on the needy and bring the poor of the land to an end,
But lately my people have risen up as an enemy; you strip the rich robe from those who pass by trustingly with no thought of war.
Her officials within her are roaring lions; her judges are evening wolves that leave nothing till the morning.