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Job 8:17 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

His roots are wrapped about the heap, and seeth the place of stones.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

His roots are wrapped about the heap, And seeth the place of stones.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

[Godless] his roots are wrapped about the [stone] heap, and see their way [promisingly] among the rocks.

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American Standard Version (1901)

His roots are wrapped about the stone-heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.

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Common English Bible

Its roots are entwined over a pile of rocks, for it sees a home among stones.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

His roots will crowd together over a heap of stones, and among the stones he will remain.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

His roots shall be thick upon a heap of stones: and among the stones he shall abide.

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Job 8:17
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His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off.


My root was spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.


He is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden.


If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.


Yea, they shall not be planted; yea, they shall not be sown; yea, their stock shall not take root in the earth: and he shall also blow upon them, and they shall wither, and the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble.


Therefore as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame consumeth the chaff, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom shall go up as dust: because they have cast away the law of the Lord of hosts, and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.


And in the morning, as they passed by, they saw the fig tree dried up from the roots.


These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;