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Isaiah 43:24 - New Revised Standard Version

24 You have not bought me sweet cane with money, or satisfied me with the fat of your sacrifices. But you have burdened me with your sins; you have wearied me with your iniquities.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

24 Thou hast bought me no sweet cane with money, neither hast thou filled me with the fat of thy sacrifices: but thou hast made me to serve with thy sins, thou hast wearied me with thine iniquities.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 You have not bought Me sweet cane with money, or satiated Me with the fat of your sacrifices. But you have only burdened Me with your sins; you have wearied Me with your iniquities.

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American Standard Version (1901)

24 Thou hast bought me no sweet cane with money, neither hast thou filled me with the fat of thy sacrifices; but thou hast burdened me with thy sins, thou hast wearied me with thine iniquities.

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Common English Bible

24 You didn’t buy spices for me with your money, or satisfy me with the fat of your sacrifices. Instead, you have burdened me with your sins and wearied me with your evil actions.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 You have bought me no sweet cane with money, and you have not inebriated me with the fat of your victims. Yet truly, you have burdened me with your sins; you have wearied me with your iniquities.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

24 Thou hast bought me no sweet cane with money: neither hast thou filled me with the fat of thy victims. But thou hast made me to serve with thy sins: thou hast wearied me with thy iniquities.

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Isaiah 43:24
18 Tagairtí Cros  

For forty years I loathed that generation and said, “They are a people whose hearts go astray, and they do not regard my ways.”


The Lord said to Moses: Take sweet spices, stacte, and onycha, and galbanum, sweet spices with pure frankincense (an equal part of each),


Aaron shall offer fragrant incense on it; every morning when he dresses the lamps he shall offer it,


Your new moons and your appointed festivals my soul hates; they have become a burden to me, I am weary of bearing them.


Therefore says the Sovereign, the Lord of hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: Ah, I will pour out my wrath on my enemies, and avenge myself on my foes!


But they rebelled and grieved his holy spirit; therefore he became their enemy; he himself fought against them.


Then Isaiah said: “Hear then, O house of David! Is it too little for you to weary mortals, that you weary my God also?


The Lord could no longer bear the sight of your evil doings, the abominations that you committed; therefore your land became a desolation and a waste and a curse, without inhabitant, as it is to this day.


Of what use to me is frankincense that comes from Sheba, or sweet cane from a distant land? Your burnt offerings are not acceptable, nor are your sacrifices pleasing to me.


Because you have not remembered the days of your youth, but have enraged me with all these things; therefore, I have returned your deeds upon your head, says the Lord God. Have you not committed lewdness beyond all your abominations?


Those of you who escape shall remember me among the nations where they are carried captive, how I was crushed by their wanton heart that turned away from me, and their wanton eyes that turned after their idols. Then they will be loathsome in their own sight for the evils that they have committed, for all their abominations.


Then the priest shall turn these into smoke on the altar as a food offering by fire for a pleasing odor. All fat is the Lord's.


He shall remove all its fat, as the fat is removed from the offering of well-being, and the priest shall turn it into smoke on the altar for a pleasing odor to the Lord. Thus the priest shall make atonement on your behalf, and you shall be forgiven.


So, I will press you down in your place, just as a cart presses down when it is full of sheaves.


Cursed be the cheat who has a male in the flock and vows to give it, and yet sacrifices to the Lord what is blemished; for I am a great King, says the Lord of hosts, and my name is reverenced among the nations.


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