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Job 30:30 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

30 My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

30 My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, and my bones are burned with heat.

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American Standard Version (1901)

30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Common English Bible

30 My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

30 My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.

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Job 30:30
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their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.


For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.


For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.


Our skin was black like an oven, because of the terrible famine.


My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.


So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.


I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.


My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.


From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.


When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble: when he cometh up unto the people, he will invade them with his troops.


My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.


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