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Micah 3:3 - Modern English Version

3 you who have eaten the flesh of My people, and have flayed their skin from them, and broken their bones in pieces; who have chopped them up like meat in the pot, and like flesh in the cauldron.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Yes, you who eat the flesh of my people and strip their skin from off them, who break their bones and chop them in pieces as for the pot, like meat in a big kettle.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.

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Common English Bible

3 who devour the flesh of my people, tear off their skin, break their bones in pieces, and spread them out as if in a pot, like meat in a kettle.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 They have devoured the flesh of my people, and have stripped their skin from over them, and they have shattered and chopped their bones, as if for the kettle, and like flesh in the middle of the pot.

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Micah 3:3
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Have they no knowledge, all the workers of iniquity, who eat my people as they eat bread, and do not call upon the Lord?


When the wicked came against me to devour my flesh — my enemies and my foes— they stumbled and fell.


There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, whose fangs are like knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among mortals.


The Lord will enter into judgment with the elders and the princes of His people: For you have eaten up the vineyard; the spoil of the poor is in your houses.


What do you mean that you beat My people to pieces and grind the faces of the poor? says the Lord God of Hosts.


who say, ‘The time is not near to build houses. This city is the cauldron, and we are the flesh.’


Gather the pieces into it, even every good piece, the thigh and the shoulder. Fill it with the choice bones;


Hear this, you who trample on the needy to make the poor of the land fail,


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.


Her princes within her are roaring lions; her judges are evening wolves who leave nothing until the morning.


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