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Job 16:15 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin and have laid my strength in the dust.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And defiled my horn in the dust.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 I have sewed sackcloth over my skin [as a sign of mourning] and have defiled my horn (my insignia of strength) in the dust.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.

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Common English Bible

15 I’ve sewed rough cloth over my skin and buried my dignity in the dust.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.

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Job 16:15
12 Cross References  

Then Jacob tore his garments and put sackcloth on his loins and mourned for his son many days.


then let the enemy pursue and overtake me, trample my life to the ground, and lay my soul in the dust. Selah


On that day the Lord God of hosts called for weeping and mourning, for baldness and putting on sackcloth,


do not lift up your horn on high or speak with insolent neck.”


When Ahab heard those words, he tore his clothes and put sackcloth over his bare flesh; he fasted, lay in the sackcloth, and went about dejectedly.


All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.


He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.


The Lord! His adversaries will be shattered; the Most High will thunder in heaven. The Lord will judge the ends of the earth; he will give strength to his king and exalt the power of his anointed.”


Hannah prayed and said, “My heart exults in the Lord; my strength is exalted in my God. My mouth derides my enemies because I rejoice in your victory.


He has stripped my glory from me and taken the crown from my head.


When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.


to put one’s mouth to the dust (there may yet be hope),


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