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Job 29:22 - Tree of Life Version

After I had spoken, they spoke no more; my words fell on them drop by drop.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

After my words they spake not again; And my speech dropped upon them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

After I spoke, they did not speak again, and my speech dropped upon them [like a refreshing shower].

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American Standard Version (1901)

After my words they spake not again; And my speech distilled upon them.

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Common English Bible

After my speech, they didn’t respond. My words fell gently on them;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

To my words, they dared to add nothing, and my eloquence poured over them.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

To my words they durst add nothing: and my speech dropped upon them.

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Job 29:22
14 Tagairtí Cros  

the voice of the nobles was hushed and their tongue stuck to their palate.


They waited for me as for the rain, and opened their mouths as for spring rain.


Your lips, my bride, drip honey from the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.


So He will sprinkle many nations. Kings will shut their mouths because of Him, for what had not been told them they will see, and what they had not heard they will perceive.


“Son of man, set your face toward Teman and proclaim to the South. Prophesy against the brush land of the Negev.


When Ephraim spoke, there was trembling. He exalted himself in Israel, but he became guilty through Baal, and died.


So now, hear the word of Adonai: You are saying, ‘Do not prophesy against Israel and do not preach against the house of Isaac.’


“Do not prophesy,” they prophesy. Unless they prophesy about such things, He will not turn back reproaches.”


Now the remnant of Jacob will be in the midst of many peoples, like dew from Adonai, like abundant showers on grass that does not wait for a man, nor lingers for the sons of men.


No one was able to answer Him a word. Nor did anyone dare from that day on to question Him any longer.


May my teaching trickle like rain, my speech distill like dew— like gentle rain on new grass, like showers on tender plants.