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Luke 11:44 - King James 2000

44 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for you are as graves which are not seen, and the men that walk over them are not aware of them.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

44 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are as graves which appear not, and the men that walk over them are not aware of them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

44 Woe to you! For you are like graves which are not marked or seen, and men walk over them without being aware of it [and are ceremonially defiled].

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American Standard Version (1901)

44 Woe unto you! for ye are as the tombs which appear not, and the men that walk over them know it not.

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Common English Bible

44 “How terrible for you! You are like unmarked graves, and people walk on them without recognizing it.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

44 Woe to you! For you are like graves that are not noticeable, so that men walk over them without realizing it."

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Luke 11:44
7 Tagairtí Cros  

For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; their inward part is pure wickedness; their throat is an open sepulcher; they flatter with their tongue.


And the travelers that pass through the land, when any sees a man’s bone, then shall they set up a sign by it, till the buriers have buried it in the valley of Hamon-gog.


The watchman of Ephraim was with my God: but the prophet is a snare of a fowler in all his ways, and hatred in the house of his God.


And whosoever touches one that is slain with a sword in the open fields, or a dead body, or a bone of a man, or a grave, shall be unclean seven days.


Which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.


Then said Paul unto him, God shall smite you, you whitewashed wall: for do you sit to judge me after the law, and command me to be smitten contrary to the law?


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