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Haggai 2:17 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

17 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 I smote you with blasting and with mildew and with hail in all the labours of your hands; yet ye turned not to me, saith the LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 I smote you with blight and with mildew and with hail in all [the products of] the labors of your hands; yet you returned not nor were converted to Me, says the Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 I smote you with blasting and with mildew and with hail in all the work of your hands; yet ye turned not to me, saith Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

17 I struck you—everything you do with your hands— with blight and mildew and hail; but you didn’t return to me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 when you approached a pile of twenty measures, and they became ten, and you entered to the press, to press out fifty bottles, and they became twenty,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 When you went to a heap of twenty bushels, and they became ten: and you went into the press, to press out fifty vessels, and they became twenty.

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Haggai 2:17
32 Tagairtí Cros  

They did not realise that Joseph understood them, since there was an interpreter between them.


At the place where they lodged for the night, one of them opened his sack to get feed for his donkey, and he saw his silver there at the top of his bag.


Joseph was in charge of the country; he sold grain to all its people. His brothers came and bowed down before him with their faces to the ground.


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,


At the time of his distress, King Ahaz himself became more unfaithful to the Lord.


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,


Those who have a godless heart harbour anger; even when God binds them, they do not cry for help.


Look, the Lord has a strong and mighty one   – like a devastating hailstorm, like a storm with strong flooding water. He will bring it across the land with his hand.


Their inhabitants have become powerless, dismayed, and ashamed. They are plants of the field, tender grass, grass on the rooftops, blasted by the east wind.


So he poured out his furious anger and the power of war on Jacob. It surrounded him with fire, but he did not know it; it burned him, but he didn’t take it to heart.


The Lord has sworn with his right hand and his strong arm: I will no longer give your grain to your enemies for food, and foreigners will not drink the new wine for which you have laboured.


The people did not turn to him who struck them; they did not seek the  Lord of Armies.


From the time of our youth the shameful one  has consumed what our ancestors have worked for – their flocks and their herds, their sons and their daughters.


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.


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.


I have summoned a drought on the fields and the hills, on the grain, new wine, fresh oil, and whatever the ground yields, on people and animals, and on all that your hands produce.’


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.’


‘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.


what state were you in?  When someone came to a grain heap of twenty measures, it only amounted to ten; when one came to the winepress to dip fifty measures from the vat, it only amounted to twenty.


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.


I gave her time to repent,   but she does not want to repent of her sexual immorality.


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