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Luke 16:19 - Wesley's New Testament 1755

19 There was a certain rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen, and feasted splendidly every day.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 There was a certain rich man who [habitually] clothed himself in purple and fine linen and reveled and feasted and made merry in splendor every day.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 Now there was a certain rich man, and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, faring sumptuously every day:

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Common English Bible

19 “There was a certain rich man who clothed himself in purple and fine linen, and who feasted luxuriously every day.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 A certain man was wealthy, and he was clothed in purple and in fine linen. And he feasted splendidly every day.

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Luke 16:19
23 Tagairtí Cros  

And they clothe him with purple, and having platted a crown of thorns, put it about his head.


And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple robe from him, and put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him.


And he divided to them his substance. And not many days after, the younger son gathered all together, and took a journey into a far country, and there squandered away his substance, living riotously.


And he said also to his disciples, There was a certain rich man who had a steward: and he was accused to him as wasting his goods.


Whosoever putteth away his wife and marrieth another, committeth adultery; and whosoever marrieth her that is put away from her husband, committeth adultery.


And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, who was laid at his gate, full of sores;


And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stone and pearls, having in her hand a golden cup, full of abominations and filthiness of her fornification:


The great city that was clothed in fine linen, and purple, and scarlet, and decked with gold, and precious stone, and pearl: in one hour so great riches are become desolate.


As much as she hath glorified herself and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her: because she saith in her heart, I sit as a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.


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