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Micah 2:8 - New International Version (Anglicised)

8 Lately my people have risen up like an enemy. You strip off the rich robe from those who pass by without a care, like men returning from battle.

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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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Micah 2:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

We are the peaceful and faithful in Israel. You are trying to destroy a city that is a mother in Israel. Why do you want to swallow up the Lord’s inheritance?’


My companion attacks his friends; he violates his covenant.


Manasseh will feed on Ephraim, and Ephraim on Manasseh; together they will turn against Judah. Yet for all this, his anger is not turned away, his hand is still upraised.


My inheritance has become to me like a lion in the forest. She roars at me; therefore I hate her.


you who hate good and love evil; who tear the skin from my people and the flesh from their bones;


who eat my people’s flesh, strip off their skin and break their bones in pieces; who chop them up like meat for the pan, like flesh for the pot?’


The faithful have been swept from the land; not one upright person remains. Everyone lies in wait to shed blood; they hunt each other with nets.


Both hands are skilled in doing evil; the ruler demands gifts, the judge accepts bribes, the powerful dictate what they desire – they all conspire together.


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