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Haggai 2:17 - Revised Standard Version

17 I smote you and all the products of your toil with blight and mildew and hail; yet you did not return to me, says the Lord.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 I smote you with blasting and with mildew and with hail in all the labours of your hands; yet ye turned not to me, saith the LORD.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 I smote you with blight and with mildew and with hail in all [the products of] the labors of your hands; yet you returned not nor were converted to Me, says the Lord.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 I smote you with blasting and with mildew and with hail in all the work of your hands; yet ye turned not to me, saith Jehovah.

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Common English Bible

17 I struck you—everything you do with your hands— with blight and mildew and hail; but you didn’t return to me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 when you approached a pile of twenty measures, and they became ten, and you entered to the press, to press out fifty bottles, and they became twenty,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 When you went to a heap of twenty bushels, and they became ten: and you went into the press, to press out fifty vessels, and they became twenty.

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Haggai 2:17
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They did not know that Joseph understood them, for there was an interpreter between them.


And as one of them opened his sack to give his ass provender at the lodging place, he saw his money in the mouth of his sack;


Now Joseph was governor over the land; he it was who sold to all the people of the land. And Joseph's brothers came, and bowed themselves before him with their faces to the ground.


“If there is famine in the land, if there is pestilence or blight or mildew or locust or caterpillar; if their enemy besieges them in any of their cities; whatever plague, whatever sickness there is;


In the time of his distress he became yet more faithless to the Lord—this same King Ahaz.


“If there is famine in the land, if there is pestilence or blight or mildew or locust or caterpillar; if their enemies besiege them in any of their cities; whatever plague, whatever sickness there is;


“The godless in heart cherish anger; they do not cry for help when he binds them.


You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands; you shall be happy, and it shall be well with you.


He gave their crops to the caterpillar, and the fruit of their labor to the locust.


Behold, the Lord has one who is mighty and strong; like a storm of hail, a destroying tempest, like a storm of mighty, overflowing waters, he will cast down to the earth with violence.


while their inhabitants, shorn of strength, are dismayed and confounded, and have become like plants of the field and like tender grass, like grass on the housetops, blighted before it is grown.


So he poured upon him the heat of his anger and the might of battle; it set him on fire round about, but he did not understand; it burned him, but he did not take it to heart.


The Lord has sworn by his right hand and by his mighty arm: “I will not again give your grain to be food for your enemies, and foreigners shall not drink your wine for which you have labored;


The people did not turn to him who smote them, nor seek the Lord of hosts.


“But from our youth the shameful thing has devoured all for which our fathers labored, their flocks and their herds, their sons and their daughters.


O Lord, do not thy eyes look for truth? Thou hast smitten them, but they felt no anguish; thou hast consumed them, but they refused to take correction. They have made their faces harder than rock; they have refused to repent.


“I gave you cleanness of teeth in all your cities, and lack of bread in all your places, yet you did not return to me,” says the Lord.


And I have called for a drought upon the land and the hills, upon the grain, the new wine, the oil, upon what the ground brings forth, upon men and cattle, and upon all their labors.”


You have sown much, and harvested little; you eat, but you never have enough; you drink, but you never have your fill; you clothe yourselves, but no one is warm; and he who earns wages earns wages to put them into a bag with holes.


You have looked for much, and lo, it came to little; and when you brought it home, I blew it away. Why? says the Lord of hosts. Because of my house that lies in ruins, while you busy yourselves each with his own house.


how did you fare? When one came to a heap of twenty measures, there were but ten; when one came to the winevat to draw fifty measures, there were but twenty.


I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not destroy the fruits of your soil; and your vine in the field shall not fail to bear, says the Lord of hosts.


The Lord will smite you with consumption, and with fever, inflammation, and fiery heat, and with drought, and with blasting, and with mildew; they shall pursue you until you perish.


I gave her time to repent, but she refuses to repent of her immorality.


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