Did not the workers of vanity know? eating my people they ate bread; they called not Jehovah.
Micah 3:3 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876 And who ate the flesh of my people, and they stripp off their skin from off them; and they brake their bones in pieces, and separated as for the pot, and as flesh in the midst of the kettle. 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. |
Did not the workers of vanity know? eating my people they ate bread; they called not Jehovah.
In the drawing near of those doing evil to me, to eat my flesh, adversaries and enemies to me, they were weak and fell
A generation, its teeth swords, and its biter's teeth, knives, to devour the poor from the land, and the needy from man.
Jehovah will go into judgment with the old men of his people and his chiefs: and ye burnt up the vineyard; the spoil of the poor is in your houses.
Why will ye crush my people and grind the faces of the poor? says the Lord Jehovah of armies.
Saying, It not being near; build houses: this the pot, and we the flesh.
Gather its pieces into it, every good piece, the thigh and the shoulder; fill with the choice of the bones.
Hear this, ye, panting after the needy, to cause the humble of the, land to cease.
Aforetime my people for the enemy: he will raise them up from before the garment; ye will put off the wide cloak from those passing by with confidence, turning back the war.
Her chiefs in the midst of her are roaring lions; her judges evening wolves; they laid not up for the morning.