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Job 7:9 - English Standard Version 2016

As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: So he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol (the place of the dead) shall come up no more.

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American Standard Version (1901)

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.

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Common English Bible

A cloud breaks apart and moves on— like the one who descends to the grave and won’t rise,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.

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Job 7:9
14 Tagairtí Cros  

But now he is dead. Why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.”


We must all die; we are like water spilled on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again. But God will not take away life, and he devises means so that the banished one will not remain an outcast.


before I go—and I shall not return— to the land of darkness and deep shadow,


It is higher than heaven—what can you do? Deeper than Sheol—what can you know?


For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return.


If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,


Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”


For then I would have lain down and been quiet; I would have slept; then I would have been at rest,


Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.


He loads the thick cloud with moisture; the clouds scatter his lightning.


Look away from me, that I may smile again, before I depart and am no more!”


They are dead, they will not live; they are shades, they will not arise; to that end you have visited them with destruction and wiped out all remembrance of them.


I said, I shall not see the Lord, the Lord in the land of the living; I shall look on man no more among the inhabitants of the world.