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Job 20:8 - Tree of Life Version

Like a dream, he flies away and they cannot find him; like a vision of the night, he is chased away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

He will fly away like a dream and will not be found; yes, he will be chased away as a vision of the night.

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American Standard Version (1901)

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.

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Common English Bible

They will disappear like a dream, and none will find them, carried away like a nighttime vision.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Like a dream that flies away, he will not be found; he will pass away like a nightmare.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

As a dream that fleeth away he shall not be found: he shall pass as a vision of the night:

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Job 20:8
14 Tagairtí Cros  

So they hanged Haman on the gallows that he had prepared for Mordecai. Then the king’s rage subsided.


On every side terrors frighten him and harass his every step.


He is driven from light into darkness and is banished from the world.


Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm sweeps him away at night.


Why do You not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and You will search for me, but I will be gone.”


The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.


He parted the heavens and came down, with thick darkness under His feet.


Like a dream when one awakes, thus when You arise, my Lord, You will despise their form.


The span of our years is seventy —or with strength, eighty— yet at best they are trouble and sorrow. For they are soon gone, and we fly away.


You sweep them away in their sleep. In the morning they are like sprouting grass—


When the whirlwind passes, the wicked are no more, but the foundation of the righteous is everlasting.


He will then turn his face toward the strongholds of his own land, but he will stumble and fall, not to be found again.