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Haggai 1:9 - Y'all Version Bible

9 “Y’all expected much, but it came to little, and when y’all brought it home, I blew it away. Why?” says YHWH Almighty, “Because my house lies in waste while each of y’all is busy with their own house.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith the LORD of hosts. Because of mine house that is waste, and ye run every man unto his own house.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 You looked for much [harvest], and behold, it came to little; and even when you brought that home, I blew it away. Why? says the Lord of hosts. Because of My house, which lies waste while you yourselves run each man to his own house [eager to build and adorn it].

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 Ye looked for much, and, lo, it came to little; and when ye brought it home, I did blow upon it. Why? saith Jehovah of hosts. Because of my house that lieth waste, while ye run every man to his own house.

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Common English Bible

9 You expect a surplus, but look how it shrinks. You bring it home, and I blow it away, says the LORD of heavenly forces, because my house lies in ruins. But all of you hurry to your own houses.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 You have looked for more, and behold, it became less, and you brought it home, and I blew it away. What is the cause of this, says the Lord of hosts? It is because my house is desolate, yet you have hurried, each one to his own house.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 You have looked for more, and behold it became less, and you brought it home, and I blowed it away: why, saith the Lord of hosts? because my house is desolate, and you make haste every man to his own house.

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Haggai 1:9
25 Tagairtí Cros  

There was a famine in the days of David for three years, year after year; and David sought the face of YHWH. YHWH said, “It is for Saul, and for his bloody house, because he put the Gibeonites to death.”


Then the channels of the sea appeared. The foundations of the world were laid bare by YHWH’s rebuke, at the blast of the breath of his nostrils.


Look, I will put a spirit in him, and he will hear news, and will return to his own land. I will cause him to fall by the sword in his own land.”’”


I will tell God, ‘Do not condemn me. Show me why you contend with me.


There is one who scatters, and increases yet more. There is one who withholds more than is appropriate, but gains poverty.


Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; so a person’s eyes are never satisfied.


All things are full of weariness beyond uttering. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.


The grass withers, and the flower fades, because breath of YHWH blows on them. Surely the people are like grass.


For ten acres of vineyard will produce only one bath, and a homer of seed will produce an ephah.”


They will sow wheat, and reap thorns. They will exhausted themselves, but profit nothing. Y’all will be ashamed of your* fruits, because of YHWH’s fierce anger.”


I will pour out my indignation on you. I will blow on you with the fire of my wrath. I will deliver you into the hand of brutish men, skillful to destroy.


In the fifth year y’all may eat its fruit, so that its yield may increase for y’all. I am YHWH y’all’s God.


“Is it a time for y’all to dwell in y’all’s paneled houses, while this house lies waste?


Y’all have planted much, but bring in little. Y’all eat, but don’t have enough. Y’all drink, but aren’t not enough to be tipsy. Y’all clothe yourselves, but no one is warm. The one who earns wages puts them into a bag with holes.’


If y’all will not listen, and y’all will not take it to heart to give glory to my name,” says YHWH Almighty, “then I will send a curse on y’all, and I will curse y’all’s blessings. Indeed, I have cursed them already, because y’all do not take it to heart.


You will carry much seed out into the field, and will gather little in, for the locust will consume it.


But I have this against you: you have forsaken your first love.


All those I love, I rebuke and chasten. So be zealous and repent.


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