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Luke 16:3 - William Tyndale New Testament

3 The steward said within himself: what shall I do? for my master will take away from me the stewardship. I cannot dig, and to beg, I am ashamed.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Then the steward said within himself, What shall I do? for my lord taketh away from me the stewardship: I cannot dig; to beg I am ashamed.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 And the manager of the estate said to himself, What shall I do, seeing that my master is taking the management away from me? I am not able to dig, and I am ashamed to beg.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 And the steward said within himself, What shall I do, seeing that my lord taketh away the stewardship from me? I have not strength to dig; to beg I am ashamed.

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Common English Bible

3 “The household manager said to himself, What will I do now that my master is firing me as his manager? I’m not strong enough to dig and too proud to beg.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 And the steward said within himself: 'What shall I do? For my lord is taking the stewardship away from me. I am not strong enough to dig. I am too ashamed to beg.

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Luke 16:3
26 Tagairtí Cros  

¶ When even was come, the Lord of the vineyard, said unto his steward: call the laborers, and give them their hire, beginning at the last, till thou come to the first.


¶ And they came to Hiericho, and as he went out of Hiericho, with his disciples and a great number of people: Barthimeus the son of Thimeus which was blind, sat by the highways side begging.


and he thought in himself saying: what shall I do? because I have no room where to bestow my fruits?


And he called him, and said unto him: How is it, that I hear this of thee? Give accounts of thy stewardship. For thou mayest be no longer my steward.


And there was a certain beggar, named Lazarus, which lay at his gate full of sores


And it fortuned that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: The rich man also died, and was buried in hell.


I wot what to do, that when I am put out of my stewardship, they may receive me into their houses.


And a great while he would not. Afterward he said unto himself: Though I fear not God, nor care for man,


The neighbours, and they that had seen him before how that he was a beggar said: Is not this he that sat and begged?


And there was a certain man halt from his mother's womb, whom they brought and laid at the gate of the temple called beautiful, to ask his alms of them that entered into the temple.


He both trembling and astonied said: Lord what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him: Arise and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou shalt do.


We have heard say no doubt that there are some which walk among you inordinately, and work not at all, but are busybodies.


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