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Haggai 1:9 - King James Version - American Edition

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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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  

Then there was a famine in the days of David three years, year after year; and David inquired of the Lord. And the Lord answered, It is for Saul, and for his bloody house, because he slew the Gib´e-onites.


And the channels of the sea appeared, the foundations of the world were discovered, at the rebuking of the Lord, at the blast of the breath of his nostrils.


Behold, I will send a blast upon him, and he shall hear a rumor, and shall return to his own land; and I will cause him to fall by the sword in his own land.


I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; show me wherefore thou contendest with me.


There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty.


Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied.


All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.


the grass withereth, the flower fadeth; because the spirit of the Lord bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.


Yea, ten acres of vineyard shall yield one bath, and the seed of a homer shall yield an ephah.


They have sown wheat, but shall reap thorns: they have put themselves to pain, but shall not profit: and they shall be ashamed of your revenues because of the fierce anger of the Lord.


And I will pour out mine indignation upon thee; I will blow against thee in the fire of my wrath, and deliver thee into the hand of brutish men, and skilful to destroy.


And in the fifth year shall ye eat of the fruit thereof, that it may yield unto you the increase thereof: I am the Lord your God.


Is it time for you, O ye, to dwell in your ceiled houses, and this house lie waste?


Ye have sown much, and bring in little; ye eat, but ye have not enough; ye drink, but ye are not filled with drink; ye clothe you, but there is none warm; and he that earneth wages, earneth wages to put it into a bag with holes.


If ye will not hear, and if ye will not lay it to heart, to give glory unto my name, saith the Lord of hosts, I will even send a curse upon you, and I will curse your blessings: yea, I have cursed them already, because ye do not lay it to heart.


Thou shalt carry much seed out into the field, and shalt gather but little in; for the locust shall consume it.


Nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love.


As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.


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