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Luke 12:17 - New Revised Standard Version

17 And he thought to himself, ‘What should I do, for I have no place to store my crops?’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 and he thought within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have no room where to bestow my fruits?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 And he considered and debated within himself, What shall I do? I have no place [in which] to gather together my harvest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 and he reasoned within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have not where to bestow my fruits?

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Common English Bible

17 He said to himself, What will I do? I have no place to store my harvest!

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 And he thought within himself, saying: 'What should I do? For I have nowhere to gather together my crops.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 And he thought within himself, saying: What shall I do, because I have no room where to bestow my fruits?

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Luke 12:17
23 Tagairtí Cros  

Divide your means seven ways, or even eight, for you do not know what disaster may happen on earth.


Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover them, and not to hide yourself from your own kin?


They said to one another, “It is because we have brought no bread.”


Give to everyone who begs from you, and do not refuse anyone who wants to borrow from you.


Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”


So give for alms those things that are within; and see, everything will be clean for you.


Then he told them a parable: “The land of a rich man produced abundantly.


Then he said, ‘I will do this: I will pull down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods.


He said to his disciples, “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat, or about your body, what you will wear.


And do not keep striving for what you are to eat and what you are to drink, and do not keep worrying.


Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys.


Then the manager said to himself, ‘What will I do, now that my master is taking the position away from me? I am not strong enough to dig, and I am ashamed to beg.


And I tell you, make friends for yourselves by means of dishonest wealth so that when it is gone, they may welcome you into the eternal homes.


When Jesus heard this, he said to him, “There is still one thing lacking. Sell all that you own and distribute the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.”


He said to him, ‘Well done, good slave! Because you have been trustworthy in a very small thing, take charge of ten cities.’


In reply he said to them, “Whoever has two coats must share with anyone who has none; and whoever has food must do likewise.”


Then he brought them outside and said, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?”


Now when they heard this, they were cut to the heart and said to Peter and to the other apostles, “Brothers, what should we do?”


Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers.


As for those who in the present age are rich, command them not to be haughty, or to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but rather on God who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.


We know love by this, that he laid down his life for us—and we ought to lay down our lives for one another.


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