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Genesis 41:23 - King James Version - American Edition

23 and, behold, seven ears, withered, thin, and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them:

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

23 and, behold, seven ears, withered, thin, and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

23 And behold, seven [other] ears, withered, thin, and blighted by the east wind, sprouted after them.

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American Standard Version (1901)

23 and, behold, seven ears, withered, thin, and blasted with the east wind, sprung up after them:

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Common English Bible

23 Just then, seven hard and thin ears of grain, scorched by the east wind, sprouted after them,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

23 Likewise, another seven, thin and struck with blight, rose up from the stalk.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

23 Other seven also, thin and blasted, sprung of the stock.

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Genesis 41:23
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And I saw in my dream, and, behold, seven ears came up in one stalk, full and good:


and the thin ears devoured the seven good ears: and I told this unto the magicians; but there was none that could declare it to me.


And, behold, seven thin ears and blasted with the east wind sprung up after them.


Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as corn blasted before it be grown up.


Though he be fruitful among his brethren, an east wind shall come, the wind of the Lord shall come up from the wilderness, and his spring shall become dry, and his fountain shall be dried up: he shall spoil the treasure of all pleasant vessels.


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


E´phra-im is smitten, their root is dried up, they shall bear no fruit: yea, though they bring forth, yet will I slay even the beloved fruit of their womb.


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