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Haggai 1:9 - English Standard Version 2016

9 You looked for much, and behold, it came to little. And when you brought it home, I blew it away. Why? declares the Lord of hosts. Because of my house that lies in ruins, while each of you busies himself 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  

Now there was a famine in the days of David for three years, year after year. And David sought the face of the Lord. And the Lord said, “There is bloodguilt on Saul and on his house, because he put the Gibeonites to death.”


Then the channels of the sea were seen; the foundations of the world were laid bare, at the rebuke of the Lord, at the blast of the breath of his nostrils.


Behold, I will put a spirit in him, so that he shall hear a rumor and return to his own land, and I will make him fall by the sword in his own land.’”


I will say to God, Do not condemn me; let me know why you contend against me.


One gives freely, yet grows all the richer; another withholds what he should give, and only suffers want.


Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied, and never satisfied are the eyes of man.


All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.


The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass.


For ten acres of vineyard shall yield but one bath, and a homer of seed shall yield but an ephah.”


They have sown wheat and have reaped thorns; they have tired themselves out but profit nothing. They shall be ashamed of their harvests because of the fierce anger of the Lord.”


And I will pour out my indignation upon you; I will blow upon you with the fire of my wrath, and I will deliver you into the hands of brutish men, skillful to destroy.


But in the fifth year you may eat of its fruit, to increase its yield for you: I am the Lord your God.


“Is it a time for you yourselves to dwell in your paneled houses, while this house lies in ruins?


You have sown much, and harvested little. You eat, but you never have enough; you drink, but you never have your fill. You clothe yourselves, but no one is warm. And he who earns wages does so to put them into a bag with holes.


If you will not listen, if you will not take it to heart to give honor to my name, says the Lord of hosts, then I will send the curse upon you and I will curse your blessings. Indeed, I have already cursed them, because you do not lay it to heart.


You shall carry much seed into the field and shall gather in little, for the locust shall consume it.


But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first.


Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.


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