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Job 7:5 - Douy-Rheims Bible Challoner Revision

5 0 Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

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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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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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Job 7:5
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9 But thou art cast out of thy grave, as an unprofitable branch defiled, and wrapped up among them that were slain by the sword, and art gone down to the bottom of the pit, as a rotten carcass.


Why are we reputed as beasts, and counted vile before you?


And when they had gone through the whole island, as far as Paphos, they found a certain man, a magician, a false prophet, a Jew, whose name was Bar-jesu:


Son of man, set thy face toward Jerusalem, and let thy speech flow towards the holy places, and prophesy against the land of Israel:


Be not afraid at their presence: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the Lord.


4 My soul hateth your new moons, and your solemnities: they are become troublesome to me, I am weary of bearing them.


5 And if it be not so, who can convince me that I have lied, and set my words before God?


Therefore various thoughts succeed one another in me, and my mind is hurried away to different things.


My soul is weary of my life, I will let go my speech against myself, I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


The days of man are short, and the number of his months is with thee: thou hast appointed his bounds which cannot be passed.


2 They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again.


5 For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.


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