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Haggai 1:9 - Julia E. Smith Translation 1876

9 Looking for much, and behold, to little; and ye brought to the house and I blew upon it For what? says Jehovah of armies. Because of mine house that it was laid waste, and ye run each to his 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  

And there will be a famine in the days of David three years, year after year; and David will seek the face of Jehovah. And Jehovah will say, For Saul and for the house of bloods, because he killed the Gibeonites.


The torrents of the sea will be seen, The foundations of the habitable globe will be uncovered, In the rebuke of Jehovah, from the breath of the spirit of his anger.


Behold me giving upon him a spirit, and he heard a hearing, and he turned back to his land; and I caused him to fall by the sword in his land.


Saying to God, Thou wilt not condemn me; make known to me for what thou wilt contend with me.


There is scattering and yet adding; and the withholding more than right, only to want


Hades and destruction shall not be satisfied; and the eyes of man shall not be satisfied.


All words becoming weary; man shall not be able to speak: the eye shall not be satisfied to see, and the ear shall not be filled from hearing.


The grass was dried up, the flower fell away: for the spirit of Jehovah blew upon it: surely the people grass.


For ten measures of a vineyard shall make one bath, and the seed of an omer shall make an ephah.


They sowed wheat and they reaped thorns: they were wearied, they shall not profit; and they were ashamed of your gains from the burning of the anger of Jehovah.


I poured out my wrath upon thee; in fire I made mine anger to pass over thee, and I gave thee into the hand of brutish men, machinating destruction.


And in the fifth year ye shall eat its fruits, to add to you its produce. I Jehovah your God.


Is the time for you, O ye, to dwell in your covered houses, and this house a waste?


Ye sowed much and brought in little; eating and not being satisfied; ye drank, and not drinking to the full; putting on clothing, and not being warm to him; and he hiring out, hires out for a purse perforated.


If ye will not hear and if ye will not set upon your heart to give honor to my name, said Jehovah of armies, and I sent a curse upon you, and I cursed your blessings, and also I cursed it for your not setting upon the heart.


Thou shalt bring out much seed to thy field, and shalt gather little, for the locust shall devour it


But I have against thee, for thou hest let go thy first love.


I, if as many as I love, I rebuke and correct: be emulous therefore, and repent.


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