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Job 20:8 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

8 He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 He will fly away like a dream and will not be found; yes, he will be chased away as a vision of the night.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

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Common English Bible

8 They will disappear like a dream, and none will find them, carried away like a nighttime vision.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Like a dream that flies away, he will not be found; he will pass away like a nightmare.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 As a dream that fleeth away he shall not be found: he shall pass as a vision of the night:

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Job 20:8
14 Cross References  

So they hanged Haman on the gallows that he had prepared for Mordecai. Then was the king's wrath pacified.


Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.


He shall be driven from light into darkness, And chased out of the world.


Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.


And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou shall seek me diligently, but I shall not be.


The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more: Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.


And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: Yea, he flew swiftly upon the wings of the wind.


As a dream when one awaketh; So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou shalt despise their image.


The days of our years are threescore years and ten, Or even by reason of strength fourscore years; Yet is their pride but labour and sorrow; For it is soon gone, and we fly away.


Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.


When the whirlwind passeth, the wicked is no more: But the righteous is an everlasting foundation.


Then he shall turn his face toward the fortresses of his own land: but he shall stumble and fall, and shall not be found.


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