And if I lift myself up, thou dost hunt me like a lion, and again work wonders against me;
Job 30:15 - Revised Standard Version Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Terrors are turned upon me: They pursue my soul as the wind: And my welfare passeth away as a cloud. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Terrors are turned upon me; my honor and reputation they chase away like the wind, and my welfare has passed away as a cloud. American Standard Version (1901) Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud. Common English Bible Terrors crash upon me; they sweep away my honor like wind; my safety disappears like a cloud. Catholic Public Domain Version I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by like a cloud. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version I am brought to nothing: as a wind thou hast taken away my desire: and my prosperity hath passed away like a cloud. |
And if I lift myself up, thou dost hunt me like a lion, and again work wonders against me;
For the thing that I fear comes upon me, and what I dread befalls me.
For I was in terror of calamity from God, and I could not have faced his majesty.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
by the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring trouble upon me, and in anger they cherish enmity against me.
Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer thy terrors; I am helpless.
I have swept away your transgressions like a cloud, and your sins like mist; return to me, for I have redeemed you.
Therefore they shall be like the morning mist or like the dew that goes early away, like the chaff that swirls from the threshing floor or like smoke from a window.
What shall I do with you, O Ephraim? What shall I do with you, O Judah? Your love is like a morning cloud, like the dew that goes early away.