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Luke 15:30 - American Standard Version 2015

30 but when this thy son came, who hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou killedst for him the fatted calf.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

30 but as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

30 But when this son of yours arrived, who has devoured your estate with immoral women, you have killed for him that [wheat-] fattened calf!

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American Standard Version (1901)

30 but when this thy son came, who hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou killedst for him the fatted calf.

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Common English Bible

30 But when this son of yours returned, after gobbling up your estate on prostitutes, you slaughtered the fattened calf for him.’

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Catholic Public Domain Version

30 Yet after this son of yours returned, who has devoured his substance with loose women, you have killed the fatted calf for him.'

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Luke 15:30
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And Moses besought Jehovah his God, and said, Jehovah, why doth thy wrath wax hot against thy people, that thou hast brought forth out of the land of Egypt with great power and with a mighty hand?


And Jehovah spake unto Moses, Go, get thee down; for thy people, that thou broughtest up out of the land of Egypt, have corrupted themselves:


Whoso loveth wisdom rejoiceth his father;\par\tab But he that keepeth company with harlots wasteth his substance.


for they all did cast in of their superfluity; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, {\i even} all her living.}\par


But he answered and said to his father, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, and I never transgressed a commandment of thine; and {\i yet} thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends:


And he said unto him, Son, thou art ever with me, and all that is mine is thine.


But it was meet to make merry and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive {\i again}; and {\i was} lost, and is found.}\par


The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as the rest of men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican.


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