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Job 6:6 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Can that which has no taste to it be eaten without salt? Or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

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Common English Bible

6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or does egg white have taste?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 Or can one eat bland food, which is not seasoned with salt? Or can anyone taste that which, if tasted, causes death?

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Job 6:6
13 Cross References  

Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer each one.


And every oblation of thy meal offering shalt thou season with salt; neither shalt thou suffer the salt of the covenant of thy God to be lacking from thy meal offering: with all thine oblations thou shalt offer salt.


Salt therefore is good: but if even the salt have lost its savour, wherewith shall it be seasoned?


How sweet are thy words unto my taste! Yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!


For the ear trieth words, As the palate tasteth meat.


I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.


Doth not the ear try words, Even as the palate tasteth its meat?


Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern mischievous things?


How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing reprove?


Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost its savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out and trodden under foot of men.


Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?


My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome meat to me


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