Biblia Todo Logo
Bíobla ar líne
- Fógraí -





Micah 1:12 - New International Version (Anglicised)

12 Those who live in Maroth writhe in pain, waiting for relief, because disaster has come from the Lord, even to the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 For the inhabitant of Maroth waited carefully for good: but evil came down from the LORD unto the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 For the inhabitant of Maroth [bitterness] writhes in pain [at its losses] and waits anxiously for good, because evil comes down from the Lord to the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

12 For the inhabitant of Maroth waiteth anxiously for good, because evil is come down from Jehovah unto the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

12 How she longs for good, inhabitants of Maroth! Calamity has come down from the LORD to the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

12 For she has been weakened in goodness, who dwells in bitterness. For disaster has descended from the Lord to the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 For she is become weak unto good that dwelleth in bitterness: for evil is come down from the Lord into the gate of Jerusalem.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip




Micah 1:12
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.


I form the light and create darkness, I bring prosperity and create disaster; I, the Lord, do all these things.


Have you rejected Judah completely? Do you despise Zion? Why have you afflicted us so that we cannot be healed? We hoped for peace but no good has come, for a time of healing but there is only terror.


We hoped for peace but no good has come, for a time of healing but there is only terror.


When a trumpet sounds in a city, do not the people tremble? When disaster comes to a city, has not the Lord caused it?


For Samaria’s plague is incurable; it has spread to Judah. It has reached the very gate of my people, even to Jerusalem itself.


‘Don’t call me Naomi,’ she told them. ‘Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter.


When he arrived, there was Eli sitting on his chair by the side of the road, watching, because his heart feared for the ark of God. When the man entered the town and told what had happened, the whole town sent up a cry.


Lean orainn:

Fógraí


Fógraí