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Job 19:20 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin or gums of my teeth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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Common English Bible

My bones cling to my skin and flesh; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.

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Job 19:20
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me: And my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.


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


My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.


For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.


By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.


I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am become as an owl of the waste places.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.


Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.


Our skin is black like an oven because of the burning heat of famine.


Even the dust from your city, that cleaveth to our feet, we do wipe off against you: howbeit know this, that the kingdom of God is come nigh.