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Jeremiah 6:3 - Catholic Public Domain Version

3 The pastors will come to her with their flocks. They have pitched their tents against her all around. Each one will feed those who are under his hand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 The shepherds with their flocks shall come unto her; they shall pitch their tents against her round about; they shall feed every one in his place.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Shepherds with their flocks shall come against her; they shall pitch their tents round about her; they shall pasture, each one in his place [eating up all her luxurious herbage on every side].

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Shepherds with their flocks shall come unto her; they shall pitch their tents against her round about; they shall feed every one in his place.

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Common English Bible

3 Shepherds come to her with their flocks. They pitch their tents around her and graze in their place.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 The shepherds shall come to her with their flocks: they have pitched their tents against her round about: every one shall feed them that are under his hand.

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English Standard Version 2016

3 Shepherds with their flocks shall come against her; they shall pitch their tents around her; they shall pasture, each in his place.

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Jeremiah 6:3
8 Tagairtí Cros  

And the Lord sent to him the robbers of the Chaldeans, and the robbers of Syria, and the robbers of Moab, and the robbers of the sons of Ammon. And he sent them into Judah, so that they might destroy it, in accord with the word of the Lord, which he had spoken through his servants, the prophets.


Many pastors have demolished my vineyard. They have trampled my portion. They have made my desirable portion into a desert of solitude.


Your shepherds have become drowsy, king Assur. Your princes will be buried. Your people have remained hidden in the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.


For the days will overtake you. And your enemies will encircle you with a valley. And they will surround you and hem you in on every side.


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