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Job 30:16 - Revised Version 1885

And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

And now my soul is poured out upon me; The days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

And now my life is poured out within me; the days of affliction have gripped me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

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Common English Bible

Now my life is poured out on me; days of misery have seized me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

But now my soul withers within myself, and the days of affliction take hold of me.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

And now my soul fadeth within myself: and the days of affliction possess me.

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Job 30:16
8 Tagairtí Cros  

For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my roarings are poured out like water


I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted in the midst of my bowels.


My Strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.


For innumerable evils have compassed me about, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of mine head, and my heart hath failed me.


These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.


Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he poured out his soul unto death, and was numbered with the transgressors: yet he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.


They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swoon as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul is poured out into their mothers' bosom.


And Hannah answered and said, No, my lord, I am a woman of a sorrowful spirit: I have drunk neither wine nor strong drink, but I poured out my soul before the LORD.