And Moses besought the LORD his God, and said, LORD, why does your wrath grow hot against your people, whom you have brought forth out of the land of Egypt with great power, and with a mighty hand?
Luke 15:30 - King James 2000 But as soon as this your son came, who has devoured your living with harlots, you have killed for him the fatted calf. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 but as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition But when this son of yours arrived, who has devoured your estate with immoral women, you have killed for him that [wheat-] fattened calf! American Standard Version (1901) but when this thy son came, who hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou killedst for him the fatted calf. Common English Bible But when this son of yours returned, after gobbling up your estate on prostitutes, you slaughtered the fattened calf for him.’ Catholic Public Domain Version Yet after this son of yours returned, who has devoured his substance with loose women, you have killed the fatted calf for him.' Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version But as soon as this thy son is come, who hath devoured his substance with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf. |
And Moses besought the LORD his God, and said, LORD, why does your wrath grow hot against your people, whom you have brought forth out of the land of Egypt with great power, and with a mighty hand?
And the LORD said unto Moses, Go, get you down; for your people, whom you brought out of the land of Egypt, have corrupted themselves:
Whosoever loves wisdom rejoices his father: but he that keeps company with harlots wastes his substance.
For all they did cast in of their abundance; but she of her poverty did cast in all that she had, even all her living.
And he answering said to his father, Lo, these many years have I served you, neither transgressed I at any time your commandment: and yet you never gave me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends:
And he said unto him, Son, you are ever with me, and all that I have is yours.
It was right that we should make merry, and be glad: for this your brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank you, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this tax collector.