Have all the workers of iniquity not known, eating up My people as they eat bread? They have not called on Jehovah.
Micah 3:3 - Modern King James Version who also eat the flesh of My people, and strip their skin off them. And they break their bones and chop them in pieces, like that in the pot, like those in the middle 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. |
Have all the workers of iniquity not known, eating up My people as they eat bread? They have not called on Jehovah.
When the wicked, my enemies and my foes, came on me to eat my flesh, they stumbled and fell.
There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and their jaw teeth like knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.
Jehovah will enter into judgment with the elders of His people, and their kings; for you have eaten up the vineyard; the spoil of the poor is in your houses.
What do you mean? You crush My people and grind the faces of the poor? says the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts.
who say, It is not near; let us build houses; this city is the pot, 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, you who trample the poor, even to make the humble of the land to fail,
Even yesterday, My people has risen up like an enemy; you strip off a cloak along with an outer robe, from those who pass by trustingly, those returning from war.
Her rulers within her are roaring lions; her judges evening wolves. They do not gnaw bones for the morning.