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Ezekiel 11:3 - Revised Standard Version

3 who say, ‘The time is not near to build houses; this city is the caldron, and we are the flesh.’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 which say, It is not near: let us build houses: this city is the caldron, and we be the flesh.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Who say, [The time] is not near to build houses; this city is the boiling pot and we are the flesh.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 that say, The time is not near to build houses: this city is the caldron, and we are the flesh.

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Common English Bible

3 They are the ones who say, “The nearest relatives aren’t building houses. The city is the cooking pot, and we are the meat.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 saying: 'Was it so long ago that houses were being built? This city is a cooking pot, and we are the meat.'

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 Saying: Were not houses lately built? This city is the caldron, and we the flesh.

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Ezekiel 11:3
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And Elisha came again to Gilgal when there was a famine in the land. And as the sons of the prophets were sitting before him, he said to his servant, “Set on the great pot, and boil pottage for the sons of the prophets.”


who say: “Let him make haste, let him speed his work that we may see it; let the purpose of the Holy One of Israel draw near, and let it come, that we may know it!”


“Son of man, what is this proverb that you have about the land of Israel, saying, ‘The days grow long, and every vision comes to naught’?


“Son of man, behold, they of the house of Israel say, ‘The vision that he sees is for many days hence, and he prophesies of times far off.’


Your doom has come to you, O inhabitant of the land; the time has come, the day is near, a day of tumult, and not of joyful shouting upon the mountains.


who sing idle songs to the sound of the harp, and like David invent for themselves instruments of music;


who eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones in pieces, and chop them up like meat in a kettle, like flesh in a caldron.


and saying, “Where is the promise of his coming? For ever since the fathers fell asleep, all things have continued as they were from the beginning of creation.”


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