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Micah 2:8 - Tree of Life Version

8 But recently My people arose as an enemy. You strip off the outer robe of a garment from those passing through confidently— those returning from war.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 Even of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye pull off the robe with the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 But lately (yesterday) My people have stood up as an enemy [and have made Me their antagonist]. Off from the garment you strip the cloak of those who pass by in secure confidence of safety and are averse to war.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 But of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye strip the robe from off the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war.

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Common English Bible

8 But yesterday, my people, the LORD rose up as an enemy. You strip off the glorious clothes from trusting passersby, those who reject war.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 But, to the contrary, my people have risen up in opposition. You have lifted the cover from the undergarment, and those who passed by harmlessly, you have converted into war.

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Micah 2:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

I am of those who are peaceable and faithful in Israel. Are you seeking to destroy a mother city in Israel? Why would you devour Adonai’s inheritance?”


God will hear and humble them —yes, the One enthroned of old. Selah Nothing changes—they do not fear God.


My inheritance became to Me like a lion in the forest— her voice roared against Me! Therefore I despised her.


You haters of good and lovers of evil, you are robbing their skin from them and their flesh from their bones.”


Now that they have eaten the flesh of my people, stripped their skin off from them, and smashed their bones to bits, they cut it up like flesh in a pot, or like meat within a caldron.


The pious have perished from the land, there is none upright among mankind. All of them lie in wait for blood. A man hunts his brother with a net.


Both hands are diligent at doing evil. The official and the judge ask for a bribe. The distinguished man utters a desire of his soul. Thus they weave it together.


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