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Matthew 20:12 - William Tyndale New Testament

12 These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us which have borne the burden and heat of the day.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 saying, These last have wrought but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 Saying, These [men] who came last worked no more than an hour, and yet you have made them rank with us who have borne the burden and the scorching heat of the day.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 saying, These last have spent but one hour, and thou hast made them equal unto us, who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.

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Common English Bible

12 ‘These who were hired last worked one hour, and they received the same pay as we did even though we had to work the whole day in the hot sun.’

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 saying, 'These last have worked for one hour, and you have made them equal to us, who worked bearing the weight and heat of the day.'

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Matthew 20:12
20 Tagairtí Cros  

And when they had received it, they grudged against the good man of the house, saying:


And when ye se the south wind blow, ye say: we shall have heat, and it cometh to pass.


¶ Where is then thy rejoicing? It is excluded. By what law? by the law of workes? Nay: but by the law of faith.


For it is God only which justifieth circumcision, which is of faith: and uncircumcision throwe faith.


Even unto this day we hunger and thirst, and are naked, and are buffeted with fists, and have no certain dwelling place,


that the gentiles should be inheritors also, and of the same body, and partakers of his promise that is in Christ, by the means of the gospell,


The son riseth with heat, and the grass is withered, and his flower fallen away, and the beauty of the fashion of it is perished: even so shall the rich man perish in his abundance.


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