Catholic Public Domain Version
"But, to the contrary, my people have risen up in opposition. You have lifted the cover from the undergarment, and those who passed by harmlessly, you have converted into war. "
— Micah 2:8, Catholic Public Domain Version
“Even of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye pull off the robe with the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war.”
“But of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye strip the robe from off the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war. ”
“But lately my people have risen up as an enemy. You strip the robe and clothing from those who pass by without a care, returning from battle.”
“but you rise up as an enemy against my people. You steal a robe from a friend, from those who pass by peacefully as if returning from a war.”
“But my people, on the contrary, are risen up as an enemy: you have taken away the cloak off from the coat: and them that passed harmless you have turned to war.”
“As for you, you have become haters of those who were at peace with you: you take the clothing of those who go by without fear, and make them prisoners of war.”
“Even of late my people is risen up as an enemy: ye pull off the robe with the garment from them that pass by securely as men averse from war.”
Because of this, there will be for you no casting of the cord of fate in the assembly of the Lord.
Do not speak by saying, “It will not drop on these ones; shame will not embrace them.”
The house of Jacob says, “Has the Spirit of the Lord been weakened, or are such things his thoughts?” Are not my words good for him who walks uprightly?
But, to the contrary, my people have risen up in opposition. You have lifted the cover from the undergarment, and those who passed by harmlessly, you have converted into war.
You have evicted the women among my people from their delicate houses. You have taken my praise forever from their little ones.
Rise and depart, for there is no relief for you here. Because of its uncleanness, it will be corrupted with a most wicked decay.
I wish that I were not a man who has breath, and that I rather spoke a lie. I will drop it down to you in wine and in drunkenness. And it will be this people on whom it will rain down.