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Micah 3:3 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

3 You eat the flesh  of my people after you strip their skin from them and break their bones. You chop them up like flesh for the cooking pot, like meat in a cauldron.’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Yes, you who eat the flesh of my people and strip their skin from off them, who break their bones and chop them in pieces as for the pot, like meat in a big kettle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.

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Common English Bible

3 who devour the flesh of my people, tear off their skin, break their bones in pieces, and spread them out as if in a pot, like meat in a kettle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 They have devoured the flesh of my people, and have stripped their skin from over them, and they have shattered and chopped their bones, as if for the kettle, and like flesh in the middle of the pot.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 Who have eaten the flesh of my people, and have flayed their skin from off them: and have broken, and chopped their bones as for the kettle, and as flesh in the midst of the pot.

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Micah 3:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

There is a generation whose teeth are swords, whose fangs are knives, devouring the oppressed from the land and the needy from among mankind.


The Lord brings this charge against the elders and leaders of his people: ‘You have devastated the vineyard. The plunder from the poor is in your houses.


Why do you crush my people and grind the faces of the poor? ’ This is the declaration of the Lord  God of Armies.


They are saying, “Isn’t the time near to build houses?  , The city is the pot,  and we are the meat.”


Place the pieces of meat in it, every good piece – thigh and shoulder. Fill it with choice bones.


Hear this, you who trample on the needy and do away with the poor of the land,


But recently my people have risen up like an enemy: You strip off the splendid robe from those who are passing through confidently, like those returning from war.


The  princes within her are roaring lions; her judges are wolves of the night, which leave nothing for   the morning.


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