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Luke 6:25 - New International Version (Anglicised)

25 Woe to you who are well fed now, for you will go hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you will mourn and weep.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

25 Woe unto you that are full! for ye shall hunger. Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

25 Woe to (alas for) you who are full now (completely filled, luxuriously gorged and satiated), for you shall hunger and suffer want! Woe to (alas for) you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep and wail!

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American Standard Version (1901)

25 Woe unto you, ye that are full now! for ye shall hunger. Woe unto you, ye that laugh now! for ye shall mourn and weep.

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Common English Bible

25 How terrible for you who have plenty now, because you will be hungry. How terrible for you who laugh now, because you will mourn and weep.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

25 Woe to you who are satisfied, for you will be hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you will mourn and weep.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

25 Woe to you that are filled: for you shall hunger. Woe to you that now laugh: for you shall mourn and weep.

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Luke 6:25
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they will join those who have gone before them, who will never again see the light of life.


Even in laughter the heart may ache, and rejoicing may end in grief.


Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, “Who is the Lord?” Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonour the name of my God.


‘Laughter,’ I said, ‘is madness. And what does pleasure accomplish?’


Frustration is better than laughter, because a sad face is good for the heart.


Like the crackling of thorns under the pot, so is the laughter of fools. This too is meaningless.


And these also stagger from wine and reel from beer: priests and prophets stagger from beer and are befuddled with wine; they reel from beer, they stagger when seeing visions, they stumble when rendering decisions.


Therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord says: ‘My servants will eat, but you will go hungry; my servants will drink, but you will go thirsty; my servants will rejoice, but you will be put to shame.


Distressed and hungry, they will roam through the land; when they are famished, they will become enraged and, looking upwards, will curse their king and their God.


On the right they will devour, but still be hungry; on the left they will eat, but not be satisfied. Each will feed on the flesh of their own offspring:


I will turn your religious festivals into mourning and all your singing into weeping. I will make all of you wear sackcloth and shave your heads. I will make that time like mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.


They will be entangled among thorns and drunk from their wine; they will be consumed like dry stubble.


‘But God said to him, “You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?”


‘There will be weeping there, and gnashing of teeth, when you see Abraham, Isaac and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God, but you yourselves thrown out.


‘But woe to you who are rich, for you have already received your comfort.


Woe to you when everyone speaks well of you, for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets.


They laughed at him, knowing that she was dead.


Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or coarse joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving.


While people are saying, ‘Peace and safety’, destruction will come on them suddenly, as labour pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.


Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom.


You say, “I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.” But you do not realise that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.


Those who were full hire themselves out for food, but those who were hungry are hungry no more. She who was barren has borne seven children, but she who has had many sons pines away.


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