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Isaiah 32:10 - Tree of Life Version

10 Within a year and a few days you will shudder, complacent ones. For the grape harvest will fail and the gathering will not come.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 Many days and years shall ye be troubled, ye careless women: for the vintage shall fail, the gathering shall not come.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 In little more than a year you will be shaken with anxiety, you careless and complacent women; for the vintage will fail, and the ingathering will not come.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 For days beyond a year shall ye be troubled, ye careless women; for the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come.

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Common English Bible

10 In a little over a year, the carefree will shudder, because the grape harvest will fail; the vintage won’t arrive.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 For after a year and some days, you who are confident will be disturbed. For the vintage has been completed; the gathering will no longer occur.

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Isaiah 32:10
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Gladness and joy are taken away from the fruitful field. In the vineyards, no singing for joy no happy shouting, no treading wine in the presses. I have made the shouting stop.


In that day it will be that every place where there were 1,000 vines worth 1,000 silver shekels will become briers and thorns.


“I will utterly consume them,” says Adonai. “There will be no grapes on the vine, and no figs on the fig tree, and even the leaf will wither, and what I gave them will pass away.”


So now I will uncover her lewdness to the eyes of her lovers, and no one will rescue her from My hand.


For Bnei-Yisrael will remain for many days without king, without prince, without sacrifice, without sacred pillar, and without ephod or teraphim.


The vine withered, the fig tree wilted. Pomegranate, palm and apple tree —all trees of the field— are withered, for joy has withered away from the children of men.


Awake, drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine— on account of sweet wine, for it is denied to your mouth!


He has turned my vine to waste and my fig tree to splinters. He has stripped off all the bark and flung it down— its branches are left white.


Though the fig tree does not blossom, and there is no yield on the vines, Though the olive crop fail, and the fields produce no food, the flock is cut off from the fold, and there is no cattle in the stalls.


Their wealth will become plunder, their houses a ruin. They will build houses but not live in them. They will plant vineyards but not drink their wine.


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