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Job 13:26 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

For you write bitter things against me and make me reap the iniquities of my youth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

For You write bitter things against me [in Your bill of indictment] and make me inherit and be accountable now for the iniquities of my youth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:

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Common English Bible

You even write bitter things about me, make me inherit my youthful indiscretions.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

For you write bitter things against me, and you want to consume me for the sins of my youth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

For thou writest bitter things against me, and wilt consume me for the sins of my youth.

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Job 13:26
11 Cross References  

She then said to Elijah, “What have you against me, O man of God? You have come to me to bring my sin to remembrance and to cause the death of my son!”


Their bodies, once full of youth, will lie down in the dust with them.


“Why is light given to one in misery and life to the bitter in soul,


he will not let me get my breath but fills me with bitterness.


Do not remember the sins of my youth or my transgressions; according to your steadfast love remember me, for the sake of your goodness, O Lord!


For after I had turned away I repented, and after I was discovered, I struck my thigh; I was ashamed, and I was dismayed because I bore the disgrace of my youth.”


Later Jesus found him in the temple and said to him, “See, you have been made well! Do not sin any more, so that nothing worse happens to you.”


One man was there who had been ill for thirty-eight years.


She said to them, “Call me no longer Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt bitterly with me.