Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people as they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD.
Micah 3:3 - King James 2000 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. 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 all the workers of iniquity no knowledge? who eat up my people as they eat bread, and call not upon the LORD.
When the wicked, even my enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.
There is a generation, whose teeth are as swords, and their jaw teeth as knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.
The LORD will enter into judgment with the elders of his people, and its princes: For you have eaten up the vineyard; the plunder of the poor is in your houses.
What do you mean that you beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? says the Lord GOD of hosts.
Who say, It is not near for us to build houses: this city is the caldron, and we are the flesh.
Gather its pieces into it, even every good piece, the thigh, and the shoulder; fill it with the choice bones.
Hear this, O you that swallow up the needy, even to make the poor of the land to fail,
Even of late my people have risen up as an enemy: you pull off the robe with the garment from them that pass by trustingly, as men returning from war.
Her princes within her are roaring lions; her judges are evening wolves; they leave not a bone till the morning.