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Proverbs 12:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

12 The wicked desires the plunder of evil men, but the root of the righteous flourishes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 The wicked desireth the net of evil men: But the root of the righteous yieldeth fruit.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 The wicked desire the booty of evil men, but the root of the [uncompromisingly] righteous yields [richer fruitage].

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 The wicked desireth the net of evil men; But the root of the righteous yieldeth fruit.

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Common English Bible

12 Desiring evil is a trap for the wicked, but the root of the righteous endures.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 The desire of the impious is the fortification of what is most wicked. But the root of the just shall prosper.

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Proverbs 12:12
18 Tagairtí Cros  

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.


He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless, when he draws him in his net.


The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.


The rich man's wealth is his strong city. The destruction of the poor is their poverty.


The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life. He who is wise wins souls.


The soul of the wicked desires evil; his neighbor finds no mercy in his eyes.


In days to come, Ya`akov will take root. Yisra'el will blossom and bud. They will fill the surface of the world with fruit.


The remnant that is escaped of the house of Yehudah will again take root downward, and bear fruit upward.


The godly man has perished out of the earth, and there is no one upright among men. They all lie in wait for blood; every man hunts his brother with a net.


You didn't choose me, but I chose you, and appointed you, that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain; that whatever you will ask of the Father in my name, he may give it to you.


I am the vine. You are the branches. He who remains in me, and I in him, the same bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.


But now, being made free from sin, and having become servants of God, you have your fruit of sanctification, and the result of eternal life.


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