Biblia Todo Logo
অনলাইন বাইবেল

- বিজ্ঞাপন -





Job 6:9 - Catholic Public Domain Version

9 and that he who, at first, had crushed me, will let loose his hand and cut me down?

অধ্যায়টো চাওক কপি কৰক


অধিক সংস্কৰণ

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

অধ্যায়টো চাওক কপি কৰক

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 I even wish that it would please God to crush me, that He would let loose His hand and cut me off!

অধ্যায়টো চাওক কপি কৰক

American Standard Version (1901)

9 Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

অধ্যায়টো চাওক কপি কৰক

Common English Bible

9 that God be willing to crush me, release his hand and cut me off.

অধ্যায়টো চাওক কপি কৰক

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

9 And that he that hath begun may destroy me: that he may let loose his hand, and cut me off?

অধ্যায়টো চাওক কপি কৰক




Job 6:9
16 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

And he continued on, into the desert, for one day's journey. And when he had arrived, and was sitting under a juniper tree, he requested for his soul that he might die. And he said: "It is enough for me, O Lord. Take my soul. For I am no better than my fathers."


And now, Lord, I ask you to take my life from me. For it is better for me to die than to live."


And when the sun had risen, the Lord ordered a hot and burning wind. And the sun beat down on the head of Jonah, and he burned. And he petitioned for his soul that he might die, and he said, "It is better for me to die than to live."


And in those days, men will seek death and they will not find it. And they will desire to die, and death will flee from them.


For the word of the Lord is upright, and all his works are in faith.


Have mercy on me, have compassion on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord has touched me.


Who will grant this to me, that you will protect me in the underworld, and hide me until your fury passes by, and establish a time for me, in which you will remember me?


Who will grant that my petition may arrive and that God may bestow on me what I expect,


And if I now became simple, my soul would be ignorant even of this, and my life would weary me.


My soul is weary of my life. I will release my words against myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


But the eyes of the impious will fade away, and the path to escape will perish before them, for the abomination of the soul is their hope.


My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.


আমাক অনুসৰণ কৰক:

বিজ্ঞাপন


বিজ্ঞাপন