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Isaiah 17:11 - King James 2000

11 In the day shall you make your plant to grow, and in the morning shall you make your seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap of ruins in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 in the day shalt thou make thy plant to grow, and in the morning shalt thou make thy seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 And in the day of your planting you hedge it in, and in the morning you make your seed to blossom, yet [promising as it is] the harvest shall be a heap of ruins and flee away in the day of expected possession and of desperate sorrow and sickening, incurable pain.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 In the day of thy planting thou hedgest it in, and in the morning thou makest thy seed to blossom; but the harvest fleeth away in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow.

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Common English Bible

11 make them grow the day you plant them, and make them bloom the morning you start them. But the harvest will disappear on a day of sickness and incurable pain.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 In the day of your planting, the wild grapevine and your morning seed will flourish. The harvest has been taken away to the day of inheritance, and you will grieve heavily.

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Isaiah 17:11
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Even as I have seen, they that plow iniquity, and sow wickedness, reap the same.


In the morning it flourishes, and grows up; in the evening it is cut down, and withers.


And it shall be as when the reaper gathers the grain, and reaps the ears with his arm; and it shall be as he that gathers ears in the valley of Rephaim.


The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests bear rule by their own power; and my people love to have it so: and what will you do in the end?


For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: the stalk has no bud: it shall yield no meal: if so be it does yield, the aliens shall swallow it up.


Ephraim is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even their beloved children.


The seed shrivels under the clods, the storehouses are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the grain has withered.


And your strength shall be spent in vain: for your land shall not yield its increase, neither shall the trees of the land yield their fruits.


But according to your hardness and unrepentant heart treasure up unto yourself wrath against the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God;


You shall plant vineyards, and dress them, but shall neither drink of the wine, nor gather the grapes; for the worms shall eat them.


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