That very night the angel of the Lord set out and struck down one hundred eighty-five thousand in the camp of the Assyrians; when morning dawned, they were all dead bodies.
Job 27:20 - New Revised Standard Version Terrors overtake them like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries them off. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Terrors take hold on him as waters, A tempest stealeth him away in the night. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Terrors overtake him like a [suddenly loosened] flood; a windstorm steals him away in the night. American Standard Version (1901) Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night. Common English Bible Terrors overtake them like waters; a tempest snatches them by night; Catholic Public Domain Version Destitution will surround him like water; a storm will overwhelm him in the night. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Poverty like water shall take hold on him: a tempest shall oppress him in the night. |
That very night the angel of the Lord set out and struck down one hundred eighty-five thousand in the camp of the Assyrians; when morning dawned, they were all dead bodies.
Terrifying sounds are in their ears; in prosperity the destroyer will come upon them.
To fill their belly to the full God will send his fierce anger into them, and rain it upon them as their food.
They will fly away like a dream, and not be found; they will be chased away like a vision of the night.
How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff that the storm carries away?
They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away by a flood.
“Swift are they on the face of the waters; their portion in the land is cursed; no treader turns toward their vineyards.
In a moment they die; at midnight the people are shaken and pass away, and the mighty are taken away by no human hand.
The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of perdition assailed me;
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.
Fill their faces with shame, so that they may seek your name, O Lord.
You sweep them away; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning;
At midnight the Lord struck down all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sat on his throne to the firstborn of the prisoner who was in the dungeon, and all the firstborn of the livestock.
You cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and the flood surrounded me; all your waves and your billows passed over me.