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Isaiah 43:24 - 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 who err in heart, and they do not regard my ways.”


And the Lord said to Moses, “Take sweet spices, stacte, and onycha, and galbanum, sweet spices with pure frankincense (of each shall there be an equal part),


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


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


Therefore the Lord says, the Lord of hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: “Ah, I will vent my wrath on my enemies, and avenge myself on my foes.


But they rebelled and grieved his holy Spirit; therefore he turned to be their enemy, and himself fought against them.


And he said, “Hear then, O house of David! Is it too little for you to weary men, that you weary my God also?


The Lord could no longer bear your evil doings and the abominations which you committed; therefore your land has become a desolation and a waste and a curse, without inhabitant, as it is this day.


To what purpose does frankincense come to me from Sheba, or sweet cane from a distant land? Your burnt offerings are not acceptable, nor your sacrifices pleasing to me.


Because you have not remembered the days of your youth, but have enraged me with all these things; therefore, behold, I will requite your deeds upon your head, says the Lord God. “Have you not committed lewdness in addition to all your abominations?


then those of you who escape will remember me among the nations where they are carried captive, when I have broken their wanton heart which has departed from me, and blinded their eyes which turn wantonly after their idols; and they will be loathsome in their own sight for the evils which they have committed, for all their abominations.


And the priest shall burn them on the altar as food offered by fire for a pleasing odor. All fat is the Lord's.


And all its fat he shall remove, as the fat is removed from the peace offerings, and the priest shall burn it upon the altar for a pleasing odor to the Lord; and the priest shall make atonement for him, and he shall be forgiven.


“Behold, I will press you down in your place, as a cart full of sheaves presses down.


Cursed be the cheat who has a male in his flock, and vows 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 feared among the nations.


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