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Jeremiah 12:8 - King James 2000

8 My heritage is unto me as a lion in the forest; it cries out against me: therefore have I hated it.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Mine heritage is unto me as a lion in the forest; it crieth out against me: therefore have I hated it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 My heritage has become to Me like a lion in the forest; she has uttered her voice against Me; therefore I have [treated her as if I] hated her.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 My heritage is become unto me as a lion in the forest: she hath uttered her voice against me; therefore I have hated her.

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Common English Bible

8 My inheritance has turned against me like a lion in the forest; she growls at me; therefore, I have rejected her.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 My inheritance has become for me like a lion in the forest. It has uttered a voice against me, therefore, I have hated it.

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Jeremiah 12:8
8 Tagairtí Cros  

In transgressing and lying against the LORD, and departing away from our God, speaking oppression and revolt, conceiving and uttering from the heart words of falsehood.


The young lions roared upon him, and growled, and they made his land waste: his cities are burned without inhabitant.


They shall roar together like lions: they shall growl as lions’ whelps.


So she uncovered her harlotries, and uncovered her nakedness: then my mind was alienated from her, like my mind was alienated from her sister.


All their wickedness is in Gilgal: for there I hated them: for the wickedness of their deeds I will drive them out of my house, I will love them no more: all their princes are rebels.


The Lord GOD has sworn by himself, says the LORD the God of hosts, I abhor the excellency of Jacob, and hate his palaces: therefore will I deliver up the city with all that is in it.


Even of late my people have risen up as an enemy: you pull off the robe with the garment from them that pass by trustingly, as men returning from war.


Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul loathed them, and their souls also abhorred me.


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