Job 20:14 - Tree of Life Version

his food turns sour in his stomach; it becomes the venom of serpents within him.

Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Yet his food turns [to poison] in his stomach; it is the venom of asps within him.

American Standard Version (1901)

Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.

Common English Bible

Food turns their stomachs, becoming a cobra’s poison inside.

Catholic Public Domain Version

His bread in his belly will be turned into the venom of snakes within him.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

His bread in his belly shall be turned into the gall of asps within him.

Job 20:14 Tagairtí Cros

Job 20:13

though he cannot bear to let it go and holds it in his mouth,

Job 20:15

He swallows riches and vomits them up; God empties it out of his stomach.

Job 20:16

He sucks the poison of serpents; fangs of a viper kill him.

Job 20:23

While he is filling his belly, He will send the anger of His wrath against him, and rain it down it on him, on his flesh.

Proverbs 1:31

so they will eat the fruit of their own way and be filled with their own schemes.

Proverbs 20:17

Bread gained by fraud is sweet to a man, but later his mouth is filled with gravel.

Jeremiah 2:19

Your own wickedness will rebuke you and your backslidings will chide you. Know then and see how bad and bitter it is for you to forsake Adonai your God. Nor is fear of Me in you.” It is a declaration of the Lord Adonai-Tzva’ot.

Malachi 2:2

If you will not listen, and if you will not take to heart to give glory to My Name” —says Adonai-Tzva’ot— “then I will send the curse on you, and I will curse your blessings. Yes, indeed I have cursed them, because you did not take it to heart.

Romans 3:13

Their throat is an open grave; with their tongues they keep deceiving. The poison of vipers is under their lips.

Deuteronomy 32:24

Wasted by famine, ravaged by plague and pestilence so bitter, fangs of beasts I’ll let loose on them, with venom of creepers in the dust.