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Haggai 1:9 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

9 ‘You expected much, but then it amounted to little. When you brought the harvest to your house, I ruined  it. Why? ’ This is the declaration of the Lord of Armies. ‘Because my house still lies in ruins, while each of you is busy with his own house.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith the LORD of hosts. Because of mine house that is waste, and ye run every man unto his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 You looked for much [harvest], and behold, it came to little; and even when you brought that home, I blew it away. Why? says the Lord of hosts. Because of My house, which lies waste while you yourselves run each man to his own house [eager to build and adorn it].

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith Jehovah of hosts. Because of my house that lieth waste, while ye run every man to his own house.

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Common English Bible

9 You expect a surplus, but look how it shrinks. You bring it home, and I blow it away, says the LORD of heavenly forces, because my house lies in ruins. But all of you hurry to your own houses.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 You have looked for more, and behold, it became less, and you brought it home, and I blew it away. What is the cause of this, says the Lord of hosts? It is because my house is desolate, yet you have hurried, each one to his own house.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 You have looked for more, and behold it became less, and you brought it home, and I blowed it away: why, saith the Lord of hosts? because my house is desolate, and you make haste every man to his own house.

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Haggai 1:9
25 Tagairtí Cros  

During David’s reign there was a famine for three successive years, so David enquired  of the Lord. The Lord answered, ‘It is due to Saul and to his bloody family, because he killed the Gibeonites.’


The depths of the sea became visible, the foundations of the world were exposed at the rebuke of the  Lord, at the blast of the breath  of his nostrils.


I am about to put a spirit in him, and he will hear a rumour and return to his own land,  where I will cause him to fall by the sword.” ’


I will say to God, ‘Do not declare me guilty! Let me know why you prosecute me.


One person gives freely, yet gains more; another withholds what is right, only to become poor.


Sheol and Abaddon  are never satisfied, and people’s eyes are never satisfied.


All things  are wearisome, more than anyone can say. The eye is not satisfied by seeing or the ear filled with hearing.


The grass withers, the flowers fade when the breath  of the  Lord blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.


For a ten-acre  vineyard will yield only 22 litres of wine, and 220 litres  of seed will yield only 22 litres of grain.


They have sown wheat but harvested thorns. They have exhausted themselves but have no profit. Be put to shame by your harvests because of the  Lord’s burning anger.


I will pour out my indignation on you; I will blow the fire of my fury on you. I will hand you over to brutal men, skilled at destruction.


But in the fifth year you may eat its fruit. In this way its yield will increase for you;  I am the Lord your God.


‘Is it a time for you yourselves to live in your panelled houses,  while this house  lies in ruins? ’


You have planted much but harvested little. You eat but never have enough to be satisfied. You drink but never have enough to be happy. You put on clothes but never have enough to get warm. The wage earner puts his wages into a bag with a hole in it.’


If you don’t listen, and if you don’t take it to heart  to honour my name,’ says the Lord of Armies, ‘I will send a curse among you, and I will curse your blessings.  In fact, I have already begun to curse them because you are not taking it to heart.


‘You will sow much seed in the field but harvest little, because locusts will devour it.


But I have this against you: You have abandoned the love you had at first.


As many as I love, I rebuke and discipline.   So be zealous and repent.


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