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Proverbs 22:8 - Tree of Life Version

8 One who sows injustice will reap trouble, and the rod of his fury will perish.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 He that soweth iniquity shall reap vanity: And the rod of his anger shall fail.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 He who sows iniquity will reap calamity and futility, and the rod of his wrath [with which he smites others] will fail.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 He that soweth iniquity shall reap calamity; And the rod of his wrath shall fail.

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Common English Bible

8 Those who sow injustice will harvest evil; the rod of their fury will come to an end.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Whoever sows iniquity will reap evils, and by the rod of his own wrath he will be consumed.

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Proverbs 22:8
12 Tagairtí Cros  

As I have seen, those who plow iniquity and sow harm, reap them.


For a scepter of wickedness will not rest over the land of the righteous— lest the righteous set their hands to evil.


so they will eat the fruit of their own way and be filled with their own schemes.


In the mouth of a fool is a rod for his back, but the lips of the wise protect them.


“For in a very little while My indignation against you will be spent, and My anger will turn to their destruction.”


Oy to Assyria, the rod of My anger— the club in their hand is My indignation!


Do not rejoice, all you of Philistia, that the rod that struck you is broken. For from the serpent’s root comes a viper and its fruit will be a flying serpent.


For at the voice of Adonai, Assyria will be terrified— when He strikes with the rod.


For every stomping boot quaking and cloak rolled in blood will be for burning— fuel for the fire.


You have plowed up wickedness, you have reaped iniquity. You have eaten the fruit of delusion, for you have trusted in your own way, in the multitude of your mighty men.


“For they sow wind, and reap a whirlwind. There is no mature grain— the sprout yields no meal. Should it produce anything, strangers would swallow it up.


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