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Job 24:18 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

18 “Swift are they on the face of the waters; their portion in the land is cursed; no treader turns toward their vineyards.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

18 He is swift as the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth: He beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

18 [You say] Swiftly such men pass away on the face of the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth; [no treader] turns into their vineyards.

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American Standard Version (1901)

18 Swiftly they pass away upon the face of the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth: They turn not into the way of the vineyards.

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Common English Bible

18 They are scum on the water’s surface; their portion of the land is cursed; no one walks down a path in the vineyards.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

18 He is nimble on the surface of water. His place on land is to be accursed. May he not walk by way of the vineyards.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

18 He is light upon the face of the water. Cursed be his portion on the earth. Let him not walk by the way of the vineyards.

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Job 24:18
14 Références croisées  

or darkness so that you cannot see; a flood of water covers you.


They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away by a flood.


between their terraces they press out oil; they tread the winepresses but suffer thirst.


They reap in a field not their own, and they glean in the vineyard of the wicked.


Terrors overtake them like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries them off.


I have seen fools taking root, but suddenly I cursed their dwelling.


They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.


Let them vanish like water that runs away; like grass let them be trodden down and wither.


Let their table be a trap for them, a snare for their allies.


The Lord’s curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the abode of the righteous.


Cross over to your own land, O ships of Tarshish; this is a harbor no more.


If you will not listen, if you will not lay it to heart to give glory to my name, says the Lord of hosts, then I will send the curse on you, and I will curse your blessings; indeed, I have already cursed them because you do not lay it to heart.


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