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Job 19:7 - Revised Standard Version

Behold, I cry out, ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Behold, I cry out, Violence! but I am not heard; I cry aloud for help, but there is no justice.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

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Common English Bible

If I cry “Violence!” I’m not answered; I shout—but there is no justice.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Behold, I shall cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.

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Job 19:7
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Does it seem good to thee to oppress, to despise the work of thy hands and favor the designs of the wicked?


that he would maintain the right of a man with God, like that of a man with his neighbor.


“Behold, I know your thoughts, and your schemes to wrong me.


I cry to thee and thou dost not answer me; I stand, and thou dost not heed me.


“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?


I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.


For Job has said, ‘I am innocent, and God has taken away my right;


Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be justified?


The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; he covers the faces of its judges— if it is not he, who then is it?


For he is not a man, as I am, that I might answer him, that we should come to trial together.


O my God, I cry by day, but thou dost not answer; and by night, but find no rest.


Yet thou art holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.


For whenever I speak, I cry out, I shout, “Violence and destruction!” For the word of the Lord has become for me a reproach and derision all day long.


though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;