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Joel 3:13 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 Put ye in the sickles, for the harvest is ripe: come and go down, for the press is full, the fats run over: for their wickedness is multiplied.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down; for the press is full, the fats overflow; for their wickedness is great.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Put in the sickle, for the [vintage] harvest is ripe; come, get down and tread the grapes, for the winepress is full; the vats overflow, for the wickedness [of the peoples] is great. [Mark 4:29; Rev. 14:15, 18-20.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Put ye in the sickle; for the harvest is ripe: come, tread ye; for the winepress is full, the vats overflow; for their wickedness is great.

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Common English Bible

13 Cut with the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Go and crush grapes, for the winepress is full. The jars overflow with wine, for their wickedness is great.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Send forth the sickles, because the harvest has matured. Advance and descend, for the press is full, the pressing room is overflowing. For their malice has been increasing.

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English Standard Version 2016

13 Put in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Go in, tread, for the winepress is full. The vats overflow, for their evil is great.

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Joel 3:13
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And the men of Sodom were very wicked, and sinners before the face of the Lord, beyond measure.


But in the fourth generation they shall return hither: for as yet the iniquities of the Amorrhites are not at the full, until this present time.


And the Lord said: The cry of Sodom and Gomorrha is multiplied, and their sin is become exceedingly grievous.


And it shall be as when one gathereth in the harvest that which remaineth, and his arm shall gather the ears of corn: and it shall be as he that seeketh ears in the vale of Raphaim.


I have trodden the winepress alone: and of the Gentiles there is not a man with me. I have trampled on them in my indignation and have trodden them down in my wrath. And their blood is sprinkled upon my garments: and I have stained all my apparel.


For thus saith the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: The daughter of Babylon is like a threshing-floor. This is the time of her threshing: yet a little while, and the time of her harvest shall come.


Samech. The Lord hath taken away all my mighty men out of the midst of me: he hath called against me the time, to destroy my chosen men: the Lord hath trodden the winepress for the virgin daughter of Juda.


And thou also, O Juda, set thee a harvest, when I shall bring back captivity of my people.


And the enemy that sowed them, is the devil. But the harvest is the end of the world. And the reapers are the angels.


And when the fruit is brought forth, immediately he putteth in the sickle, because the harvest is come.


Thou shalt number unto thee seven weeks from that day, wherein thou didst put the sickle to the corn.


And I saw, and behold a white cloud; and upon the cloud one sitting like to the Son of man, having on his head a crown of gold, and in his hand a sharp sickle.


And out of his mouth proceedeth a sharp two edged sword; that with it he may strike the nations. And he shall rule them with a rod of iron; and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness of the wrath of God the Almighty.


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