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Job 30:22 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

22 You lift me up on the wind, you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, And dissolvest my substance.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 You lift me up on the wind; You cause me to ride upon it, and You toss me about in the tempest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

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Common English Bible

22 You lift me to the wind and make me ride; you melt me in its roar.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 You have lifted me up, and, placing me as if on the wind, you have thrown me down powerfully.

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Job 30:22
12 Cross References  

The east wind lifts them up, and they are gone; it sweeps them out of their place.


Therefore they shall be like the morning mist or like the dew that goes away early, like chaff that swirls from the threshing floor or like smoke from a window.


A wind has wrapped them in its wings, and they shall be ashamed because of their altars.


One third of the hair you shall burn in the fire inside the city when the days of the siege are completed; one third you shall take and strike with the sword all around the city; and one third you shall scatter to the wind, and I will unsheathe the sword after them.


[[When the nations roar like the roaring of many waters,]] he will rebuke them, and they will flee far away, chased like chaff on the mountains before the wind and like whirling dust before the storm.


you set the beams of your chambers on the waters; you make the clouds your chariot; you ride on the wings of the wind;


He rode on a cherub and flew; he came swiftly upon the wings of the wind.


The wicked are not so but are like chaff that the wind drives away.


How often are they like straw before the wind and like chaff that the storm carries away?


For he crushes me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause;


because of your indignation and anger, for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.


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