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Job 16:16 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

16 My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 My face is red and swollen with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death [my eyes are dimmed],

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

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Common English Bible

16 My face is red from crying, and dark gloom hangs on my eyelids.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.

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Job 16:16
14 Cross References  

My friends scorn me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God;


Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.


For the morning is to all of them as the shadow of death; For they know the terrors of the shadow of death


For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping.


The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me I found trouble and sorrow


Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.


When I kept silence, my bones waxed old Through my roaring all the day long.


I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried: Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.


Like as many were astonied at thee, (his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men,)


For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water; because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.


And he saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful even unto death: abide ye here, and watch.


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