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Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
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The gooda man is perished out of the earth: and there is none upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt every man his brother with a net.
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That they may do evil with both hands earnestly, the prince asketh, and the judge asketh for a reward; and the great man, he uttereth his mischievous desire: so they wrap it up.
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The best of them is as a brier: the most upright is sharper than a thorn hedge: the day of thy watchmen and thy visitation cometh; now shall be their perplexity.
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Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide: keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.
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For the son dishonoureth the father, the daughter riseth up against her mother, the daughter in law against her mother in law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house.
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Therefore I will look unto the LORD; I will wait for the God of my salvation: my God will hear me.
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Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy: when I fall, I shall arise; when I sit in darkness, the LORD shall be a light unto me.
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I will bear the indignation of the LORD, because I have sinned against him, until he plead my cause, and execute judgment for me: he will bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold his righteousness.
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Then she that is mine enemyb shall see it, and shame shall cover her which said unto me, Where is the LORD thy God? mine eyes shall behold her: now shall she be trodden down as the mire of the streets.
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In the day that thy walls are to be built, in that day shall the decree be far removed.
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In that day also he shall come even to thee from Assyria, and from the fortified cities, and from the fortress even to the river, and from sea to sea, and from mountain to mountain.
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Notwithstanding the land shall be desolate because of them that dwell therein, for the fruit of their doings.
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Feedc thy people with thy rod, the flock of thine heritage, which dwell solitarily in the wood, in the midst of Carmel: let them feed in Bashan and Gilead, as in the days of old.
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According to the days of thy coming out of the land of Egypt will I shew unto him marvellous things.
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The nations shall see and be confounded at all their might: they shall lay their hand upon their mouth, their ears shall be deaf.
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They shall lick the dust like a serpent, they shall move out of their holes like wormsd of the earth: they shall be afraid of the LORD our God, and shall fear because of thee.
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Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy.
Otras traducciones de Micah 7:1
La Biblia de las Américas (Español) BLA
Miqueas 7:1
¡Ay de mí!, porque soy como los recogedores de frutos de verano, como los rebuscadores en la vendimia. No hay racimo de uvas que comer, ni higo temprano que tanto deseo.
English Standard Version ESV
1
Woe is me! For I have become as when the summer fruit has been gathered, as when the grapes have been gleaned: there is no cluster to eat, no first-ripe fig that my soul desires.
La Biblia del Jubileo 2000 JBS
1
¡Ay de mí! Que he venido a ser como cuando han cogido los frutos del verano, como cuando han rebuscado después de la vendimia, que no queda racimo para comer; mi alma deseó los primeros frutos
New King James Version NKJV
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Woe is me! For I am like those who gather summer fruits, Like those who glean vintage grapes; There is no cluster to eat Of the first-ripe fruit which my soul desires.
Nueva Traducción Viviente NTV
Miqueas 7:1
El sufrimiento se transforma en esperanza
¡Miserable de mí!
Me siento como el recolector de fruta que después de cosechar
no encuentra nada que comer.
No encuentro ni un racimo de uvas ni uno de los primeros higos
para saciar mi hambre.
¡Miserable de mí!
Me siento como el recolector de fruta que después de cosechar
no encuentra nada que comer.
No encuentro ni un racimo de uvas ni uno de los primeros higos
para saciar mi hambre.
Nueva Versión Internacional NVI
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¡Pobre de mí!No llegué a tiempo para la cosecha de veranoni para los rebuscos de la vendimia;no tengo un solo racimo que comer,ni un higo tierno, por el que me muero.
La Biblia Reina-Valera (Español) RVR
1
¡AY de mí! que he venido á ser como cuando han cogido los frutos del verano, como cuando han rebuscado después de la vendimia, que no queda racimo para comer; mi alma deseó primeros frutos.
Sagradas Escrituras (1569) (Español) SEV
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¡Ay de mí! Que he venido a ser como cuando han cogido los frutos del verano, como cuando han rebuscado después de la vendimia, que no queda racimo para comer; mi alma deseó los primeros frutos.
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