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Job 30:16 - English Standard Version 2016

16 “And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; The days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 And now my life is poured out within me; the days of affliction have gripped me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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Common English Bible

16 Now my life is poured out on me; days of misery have seized me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of me.

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Job 30:16
8 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.


I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast;


Therefore I will divide him a portion with the many, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong, because he poured out his soul to death and was numbered with the transgressors; yet he bore the sin of many, and makes intercession for the transgressors.


For evils have encompassed me beyond number; my iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head; my heart fails me.


For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.


But Hannah answered, “No, my lord, I am a woman troubled in spirit. I have drunk neither wine nor strong drink, but I have been pouring out my soul before the Lord.


They cry to their mothers, “Where is bread and wine?” as they faint like a wounded man in the streets of the city, as their life is poured out on their mothers’ bosom.


my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death.


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