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Micah 2:8 - Modern King James Version

8 Even yesterday, My people has risen up like an enemy; you strip off a cloak along with an outer robe, from those who pass by trustingly, those returning from war.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Even of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye pull off the robe with the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 But lately (yesterday) My people have stood up as an enemy [and have made Me their antagonist]. Off from the garment you strip the cloak of those who pass by in secure confidence of safety and are averse to war.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 But of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye strip the robe from off the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war.

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Common English Bible

8 But yesterday, my people, the LORD rose up as an enemy. You strip off the glorious clothes from trusting passersby, those who reject war.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 But, to the contrary, my people have risen up in opposition. You have lifted the cover from the undergarment, and those who passed by harmlessly, you have converted into war.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 But my people, on the contrary, are risen up as an enemy: you have taken away the cloak off from the coat: and them that passed harmless you have turned to war.

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Micah 2:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

I am peaceable and faithful in Israel. You seek to destroy a city and a mother in Israel. Why will you swallow up the inheritance of Jehovah?


He has put forth his hands against those who were at peace with him; he has broken his covenant.


Manasseh, Ephraim; and Ephraim, Manasseh; and they together shall be against Judah. In all this His anger is not turned away, but His hand is stretched out still.


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


You who hate the good and love the evil; who pull their skin off them, and their flesh from their bones;


who also eat the flesh of My people, and strip their skin off them. And they break their bones and chop them in pieces, like that in the pot, like those in the middle of the kettle.


The pious has perished from the earth, and there is none upright among men. For they all lie in wait for blood; each one hunts his brother with a net.


Both hands are on evil, to do it well. The ruler asks for a bribe, and the judge also; and the great man speaks the evil desire of his soul. So they weave it together.


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