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Haggai 2:16 - English Standard Version 2016

16 how did you fare? When one came to a heap of twenty measures, there were but ten. When one came to the wine vat to draw fifty measures, there were but twenty.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 since those days were, when one came to an heap of twenty measures, there were but ten: when one came to the pressfat for to draw out fifty vessels out of the press, there were but twenty.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 Through all that time [the harvests have not fulfilled expectations, for] when one has gone expecting to find a heap [of sheaves] of twenty measures, there were but ten; when he has gone to the wine vat to draw out fifty bucketfuls from the press, there were only twenty.

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 Through all that time, when one came to a heap of twenty measures, there were but ten; when one came to the winevat to draw out fifty vessels, there were but twenty.

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Common English Bible

16 when one came to the granary for twenty measures, there were only ten; and when one came to the wine vat for fifty measures, there were only twenty.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 And now, consider in your hearts, from this day and beyond, before stone may be placed upon stone in the temple of the Lord:

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 And now consider in your hearts, from this day and upward, before there was a stone laid upon a stone in the temple of the Lord.

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Haggai 2:16
9 Tagairtí Cros  

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


Gladness and joy have been taken away from the fruitful land of Moab; I have made the wine cease from the winepresses; no one treads them with shouts of joy; the shouting is not the shout of joy.


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.


Now then, consider from this day onward. Before stone was placed upon stone in the temple of the Lord,


I struck you and all the products of your toil with blight and with mildew and with hail, yet you did not turn to me, declares the Lord.


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.


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