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Joel 3:13 - Modern King James Version

13 Put in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Come, come down; for the press is full; the vats overflow, for their wickedness is great.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 Put ye in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down; for the press is full, the fats overflow; for their wickedness is great.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 Put in the sickle, for the [vintage] harvest is ripe; come, get down and tread the grapes, for the winepress is full; the vats overflow, for the wickedness [of the peoples] is great. [Mark 4:29; Rev. 14:15, 18-20.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 Put ye in the sickle; for the harvest is ripe: come, tread ye; for the winepress is full, the vats overflow; for their wickedness is great.

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Common English Bible

13 Cut with the sickle, for the harvest is ripe. Go and crush grapes, for the winepress is full. The jars overflow with wine, for their wickedness is great.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 Send forth the sickles, because the harvest has matured. Advance and descend, for the press is full, the pressing room is overflowing. For their malice has been increasing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 Put ye in the sickles, for the harvest is ripe: come and go down, for the press is full, the fats run over: for their wickedness is multiplied.

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Joel 3:13
14 Tagairtí Cros  

But the men of Sodom were wicked and sinners before Jehovah, exceedingly so.


But in the fourth generation they shall come here again, for the iniquity of the Amorites is not yet full.


And Jehovah said, Because the cry of Sodom and Gomorrah is great, and because their sin is very grievous,


And it shall be as reaping of the harvest grain, and his arm reaps the ears. And it shall be as he who gathers ears in the Valley of the Giants.


I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the peoples there was no man with Me; for I will tread them in My anger and trample them in My fury; and their blood will be sprinkled on My garments, and I will stain all My clothing.


For so says Jehovah of Hosts, the God of Israel: The daughter of Babylon is like a threshing floor; it is time to thresh her. Yet a little while, and the time of her harvest shall come.


Jehovah has trampled all my mighty ones in my midst; He has called a gathering against me to crush my young men. Jehovah has trod the virgin daughter of Judah, as in a winepress.


Also, O Judah, a harvest is appointed to you, when I return the captivity of My people.


The enemy who sowed them is the Devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels.


But when the fruit has been brought out, immediately he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come.


You shall count seven weeks to yourselves. Begin to count the seven weeks from the time you began to put the sickle to the grain.


And I looked, and behold, a white cloud. And on the cloud sat one like the Son of man, having a golden crown on His head, and a sharp sickle in His hand.


And out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, so that with it He should strike the nations. And He will shepherd them with a rod of iron. And He treads the winepress of the wine of the anger and of the wrath of Almighty God.


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