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Amos 4:9 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

9 I struck you with blight and mildew; the locust devoured your many gardens and vineyards, your fig trees and olive trees, yet you did not return to me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 I have smitten you with blasting and mildew: when your gardens and your vineyards and your fig trees and your olive trees increased, the palmerworm devoured them: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 I smote you with blight [from the poisonous east wind] and with mildew; I laid waste the multitude of your gardens and your vineyards; your fig trees and your olive trees the palmerworm [a form of locust] devoured; yet you did not return to Me, says the Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 I have smitten you with blasting and mildew: the multitude of your gardens and your vineyards and your fig-trees and your olive-trees hath the palmer-worm devoured: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

9 I struck you with disease and mildew. I destroyed your gardens and your vineyards. The locust devoured your fig trees and your olive trees; yet you didn’t return to me, says the LORD.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 I struck you with a burning wind and with yellowing; the caterpillar has consumed your many gardens and your vineyards, your olive groves and your fig groves. And you did not return to me, says the Lord.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 I struck you with a burning wind, and with mildew, the palmerworm hath eaten up your many gardens, and your vineyards: your olive groves, and fig groves: yet you returned not to me, saith the Lord.

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Amos 4:9
21 Tagairtí Cros  

When there is famine in the land, when there is pestilence, when there is blight or mildew, locust or grasshopper, when their enemy besieges them in the land and its cities, when there is any plague or illness,


When there is famine in the land, when there is pestilence, when there is blight or mildew, locust or grasshopper, when their enemies besiege them in the land and its cities,  ,, when there is any plague or illness,


Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep on rebelling? The whole head is hurt, and the whole heart is sick.


Look, all you who kindle a fire, who encircle yourselves with   torches; walk in the light of your fire and of the torches you have lit! This is what you’ll get from my hand: you will lie down in a place of torment.


Aram from the east and Philistia from the west have consumed Israel with open mouths. In all this, his anger has not turned away, and his hand is still raised to strike.


Yet in spite of all this, her treacherous sister Judah didn’t return to me with all her heart   #– #only in pretence.’ This is the Lord’s declaration.


Lord, don’t your eyes look for faithfulness? You have struck them, but they felt no pain. You finished them off, but they refused to accept discipline. They made their faces harder than rock, and they refused to return.


Israel will not return to the land of Egypt and Assyria will be his king, because they refused to repent.


What the devouring locust  has left, the swarming locust has eaten; what the swarming locust has left, the young locust  has eaten; and what the young locust has left, the destroying locust  has eaten.


It has devastated my grapevine and splintered my fig tree. It has stripped off its bark and thrown it away; its branches have turned white.


I will repay you for the years that the swarming locust ate, the young locust, the destroying locust, and the devouring locust – my great army that I sent against you.


I gave you absolutely nothing to eat  , in all your cities, a shortage of food in all your communities, yet you did not return to me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.


Two or three cities staggered to another city to drink water but were not satisfied, yet you did not return  to me. This is the  Lord’s declaration.


Though the fig tree does not bud and there is no fruit on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though the flocks disappear from the pen and there are no herds in the stalls,


I struck you #– #all the work of your hands #– #with blight, mildew,  and hail,  but you didn’t turn to me #– #this is the Lord’s declaration.


I will rebuke the devourer  , for you, so that it will not ruin the produce of your land and your vine in your field will not fail to produce fruit,’ says the Lord of Armies.


The Lord will afflict you with wasting disease, fever, inflammation, burning heat, drought,  blight, and mildew;  these will pursue you until you perish.


Buzzing insects will take possession of all your trees and your land’s produce.


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