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Job 30:16 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

“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

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

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

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And now my soul fadeth within myself: and the days of affliction possess me.

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Job 30:16
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For my sighing comes like my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.


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;


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


For evils have encompassed me without number; my iniquities have overtaken me until I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails me.


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


Therefore I will allot him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong, because he poured out himself to death and was numbered with the transgressors, yet he bore the sin of many and made intercession for the transgressors.


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


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