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Job 7:5 - Catholic Public Domain Version

5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has become loathsome, and it closes up and breaks out afresh.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

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Common English Bible

5 My flesh is covered with worms and crusted earth; my skin hardens and oozes.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust: my skin is withered and drawn together.

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Job 7:5
15 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

Your arrogance has been dragged down to Hell. Your body has fallen dead. The moths will be strewn beneath you, and the worms will be your covering.


I have said to decay and to worms: "You are my father, my mother, and my sister."


And immediately, an Angel of the Lord struck him down, because he had not given honor to God. And having been consumed by worms, he expired.


And there you shall remember your ways and all your wickedness, by which you have been defiled. And you will be displeased with yourselves in your own sight, over all your evil deeds which you did.


And they will go out, and they will view the carcasses of the men who have transgressed against me. Their worm will not die, and their fire will not be extinguished. And they will be a sight to all flesh even unto revulsion.


From the sole of the foot, even to the top of the head, there is no soundness within. Wounds and bruises and swelling sores: these are not bandaged, nor treated with medicine, nor soothed with oil.


Let mercy forget him. His charm is worms. Let him not be remembered, but instead be broken like an unfruitful tree.


And I will be enveloped again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.


yet you would plunge me in filth, and my own garments would abhor me.


I will be left to decay like something rotten and like a garment that is being eaten by moths.


My eyesight has been clouded by indignation, and my limbs have been reduced, as if to nothing.


Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.


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