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Job 6:21 - Revised Standard Version

21 Such you have now become to me; you see my calamity, and are afraid.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

21 For now ye are nothing; Ye see my casting down, and are afraid.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

21 Now to me you are [like a dried-up brook]; you see my dismay and terror, and [believing me to be a victim of God's anger] you are afraid [to sympathize with me].

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American Standard Version (1901)

21 For now ye are nothing; Ye see a terror, and are afraid.

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Common English Bible

21 That’s what you are like; you see something awful and are afraid.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

21 Now you have arrived, and merely by seeing my affliction, you are afraid.

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Job 6:21
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My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague, and my kinsmen stand afar off.


At my first defense no one took my part; all deserted me. May it not be charged against them!


But all this has taken place, that the scriptures of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples forsook him and fled.


Then Jesus said to them, “You will all fall away because of me this night; for it is written, ‘I will strike the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock will be scattered.’


We would have healed Babylon, but she was not healed. Forsake her, and let us go each to his own country; for her judgment has reached up to heaven and has been lifted up even to the skies.


Turn away from man in whose nostrils is breath, for of what account is he?


All a poor man's brothers hate him; how much more do his friends go far from him! He pursues them with words, but does not have them.


Men of low estate are but a breath, men of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath.


As for you, you whitewash with lies; worthless physicians are you all.


My brethren are treacherous as a torrent-bed, as freshets that pass away,


Have I said, ‘Make me a gift’? Or, ‘From your wealth offer a bribe for me’?


All my intimate friends abhor me, and those whom I loved have turned against me.


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