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Job 24:11 - Tree of Life Version

They press oil between the terraces; they tread winepresses, but are thirsty.

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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 wander about naked, without clothing and go hungry while they carry sheaves.


From the city men groan, and the souls of the wounded cry out; yet God charges no one with folly.


“He is foam on the surface of water; their portion of the land is cursed; no one turns toward their vineyards.


Gladness and joy are taken away from the fruitful field. In the vineyards, no singing for joy no happy shouting, no treading wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.


Oy to him who builds his house by unrighteousness, and his roof-chambers by injustice, that makes his neighbor work without pay, never giving him his wages,


“You are not to muzzle the ox while it is threshing.


Behold, the wages of the workers who mowed your fields—which you kept back by fraud—are crying out against you. And the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of Hosts.