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Job 19:20 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin or gums of my teeth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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Common English Bible

My bones cling to my skin and flesh; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.

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Job 19:20
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.


My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.


My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.


For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.


By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.


I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.


My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.


their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.


Our skin was black like an oven, because of the terrible famine.


Even the very dust of your city, which cleaveth on us, we do wipe off against you: notwithstanding, be ye sure of this, that the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you.