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Job 16:13 - Revised Standard Version

his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

[Satan's] arrows whiz around me. He slashes open my vitals and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

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American Standard Version (1901)

His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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Common English Bible

His archers surround me; he cuts my kidneys open without pity and doesn’t care, pours my gall on the ground,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has place me before him as a sign.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

I that was formerly so wealthy am all on a sudden broken to pieces. He hath taken me by my neck. He hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.

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Job 16:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

The archers fiercely attacked him, shot at him, and harassed him sorely;


His troops come on together; they have cast up siegeworks against me, and encamp round about my tent.


whom I shall see on my side, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!


It is drawn forth and comes out of his body, the glittering point comes out of his gall; terrors come upon him.


Is there any number to his armies? Upon whom does his light not arise?


This would be my consolation; I would even exult in pain unsparing; for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.


For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.


My eyes are spent with weeping; my soul is in tumult; my heart is poured out in grief because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, because infants and babes faint in the streets of the city.


He has bent his bow like an enemy, with his right hand set like a foe; and he has slain all the pride of our eyes in the tent of the daughter of Zion; he has poured out his fury like fire.


he led me off my way and tore me to pieces; he has made me desolate;


He drove into my heart the arrows of his quiver;


Wherefore, as I live, says the Lord God, surely, because you have defiled my sanctuary with all your detestable things and with all your abominations, therefore I will cut you down; my eye will not spare, and I will have no pity.


He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all, will he not also give us all things with him?


The Lord would not pardon him, but rather the anger of the Lord and his jealousy would smoke against that man, and the curses written in this book would settle upon him, and the Lord would blot out his name from under heaven.


if he did not spare the ancient world, but preserved Noah, a herald of righteousness, with seven other persons, when he brought a flood upon the world of the ungodly;