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Jeremiah 12:8 - Modern English Version

8 My inheritance is to Me as a lion in the forest. She cries out against Me; therefore I have hated her.

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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  

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 at him and roared loudly, and they made his land a waste; his cities have been destroyed, without inhabitant.


They will roar together like young lions; they will growl as lions’ whelps.


So she uncovered her harlotries and uncovered her nakedness. Then My soul became disgusted with her, as My soul became disgusted with her sister.


All their wickedness is in Gilgal, for there I hated them. Because of 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 hath sworn by Himself, an oracle of the Lord the God of Hosts: I abhor the pride of Jacob and hate his palaces, so I will deliver up the city with all that is in it.


But lately My people rise up like an enemy. You strip off the rich robe from those who pass by trustingly, like men returning from war.


I destroyed the three shepherds in the span of one month. For my soul was impatient with them, and their souls detested me.


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