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Job 19:7 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

I cry out, ‘Violence! ’ but get no response; I call for help, but there is no justice.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Behold, I cry out, Violence! but I am not heard; I cry aloud for help, but there is no justice.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

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Common English Bible

If I cry “Violence!” I’m not answered; I shout—but there is no justice.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Behold, I shall cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.

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Job 19:7
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Is it good for you to oppress, to reject the work of your hands, and favour  the plans of the wicked?


I wish that someone might argue for a man with God just as anyone  would for a friend.


I know your thoughts very well, the schemes by which you would wrong me.


I cry out to you for help, but you do not answer me; when I stand up, you merely look at me.


Yet no one would stretch out his hand against a ruined person when he cries out to him for help because of his distress.


I walk about blackened, but not by the sun. I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.


For Job has declared, ‘I am righteous, yet God has deprived me of justice.


Would you really challenge my justice? Would you declare me guilty  to justify yourself?


The earth  is handed over to the wicked; he blindfolds  its judges. If it isn’t he, then who is it?


For he is not a man like me, that I can answer him, that we can take each other to court.


For whenever I speak, I cry out, I proclaim, ‘Violence and destruction! ’ So the word of the  Lord has become my constant disgrace and derision.


Even when I cry out and plead for help, he blocks out my prayer.