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Job 7:16 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

16 I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath (futility).

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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Common English Bible

16 I reject life; I don’t want to live long; leave me alone, for my days are empty.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 I have done with hope. I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

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Job 7:16
22 Cross References  

And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these, of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?


But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.


My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


Are not my days few? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,


Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day


Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!


So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones.


Oh remember that my life is wind: Mine eye shall no more see good.


I am perfect; I regard not myself; I despise my life


Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.


Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thine hand.


O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go hence, and be no more.


Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.


Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: In the balances they will go up; They are together lighter than vanity.


Therefore their days did he consume in vanity, And their years in terror.


And he remembered that they were but flesh; A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.


So I hated life; because the work that is wrought under the sun was grievous unto me: for all is vanity and a striving after wind.


And death shall be chosen rather than life by all the residue that remain of this evil family, which remain in all the places whither I have driven them, saith the LORD of hosts.


Therefore now, O LORD, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.


And it came to pass, when the sun arose, that God prepared a sultry east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and requested for himself that he might die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.


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