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Job 24:11 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

which make oil within their walls, and tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Which make oil within their walls, And tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

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)

They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

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Common English Bible

crush olives between millstones, tread winepresses, but remain thirsty.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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 Tagairtí Cros  

They cause him to go naked without clothing, and they take away the sheaf from the hungry;


Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.


He is swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.


And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage shouting to cease.


Woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by wrong; that useth his neighbor's service without wages, and giveth him not for his work;


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


Behold, the hire of the laborers who have reaped down your fields, which is of you kept back by fraud, crieth: and the cries of them which have reaped are entered into the ears of the Lord of Sab´a-oth.