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Micah 3:3 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

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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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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Micah 3:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on the LORD?


When evil-doers came at me to eat up my flesh, even my adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell.


There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and their jaws like knives, to devour the poor from the earth, and the needy from among men.


The LORD will enter into judgment with the elders of his people, and their leaders: *It is you who have eaten up the vineyard. The spoil of the poor is in your houses.


What do you mean that you crush my people, and grind the face of the poor?* says the Lord, the LORD of Armies.


who say, [The time] is not near to build houses: this [city] is the caldron, and we are the flesh.


gather the pieces of it into it, even every good piece, the thigh, and the shoulder; fill it with the choice bones.


Hear this, you who desire to swallow up the needy, and cause the poor of the land to fail,


But lately my people have risen up as an enemy. You strip the robe and clothing from those who pass by without a care, returning from battle.


Her princes in the midst of her are roaring lions. Her judges are evening wolves. They leave nothing until the next day.


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