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Job 30:30 - Revised Standard Version

My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, and my bones are burned with heat.

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American Standard Version (1901)

My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Common English Bible

My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

My skin is become black upon me: and my bones are dried up with heat.

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Job 30:30
11 Tagairtí Cros  

if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’


So Satan went forth from the presence of the Lord, and afflicted Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.


The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.


For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.


My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; I forget to eat my bread.


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten thy statutes.


“From on high he sent fire; into my bones he made it descend; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all the day long.


He has made my flesh and my skin waste away, and broken my bones;


Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood.


Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.


I hear, and my body trembles, my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones, my steps totter beneath me. I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.