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Job 19:7 - English Standard Version 2016

7 Behold, I cry out, ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call for help, but there is no justice.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Behold, I cry out, Violence! but I am not heard; I cry aloud for help, but there is no justice.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

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Common English Bible

7 If I cry “Violence!” I’m not answered; I shout—but there is no justice.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.

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Job 19:7
20 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;


Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be in the right?


For Job has said, ‘I am in the right, and God has taken away my right;


I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.


“Behold, I know your thoughts and your schemes to wrong me.


For whenever I speak, I cry out, I shout, “Violence and destruction!” For the word of the Lord has become for me a reproach and derision all day long.


O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer, and by night, but I find no rest.


that he would argue the case of a man with God, as a son of man does with his neighbor.


Does it seem good to you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands and favor the designs of the wicked?


For he is not a man, as I am, that I might answer him, that we should come to trial together.


The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; he covers the faces of its judges— if it is not he, who then is it?


“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?


I go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.


Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.


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