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Job 30:22 - Tree of Life Version

You lift me up on the wind and make me ride on it; You toss me about in the storm.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, And dissolvest my substance.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

You lift me up on the wind; You cause me to ride upon it, and You toss me about in the tempest.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; And thou dissolvest me in the storm.

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Common English Bible

You lift me to the wind and make me ride; you melt me in its roar.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

You have lifted me up, and, placing me as if on the wind, you have thrown me down powerfully.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Thou hast lifted me up, and set me as it were upon the wind: and thou hast mightily dashed me.

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Job 30:22
12 Tagairtí Cros  

How often are they like straw before the wind; like chaff swept away by a storm?


The east wind picks him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.


He who crushes me with a storm and multiplies my wounds for no reason.


The wicked are not so. For they are like chaff that the wind blows away.


For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears—


laying beams for His upper rooms in waters, making the clouds His chariot, walking on the wings of the wind,


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


The nations will rush in like the rumbling of many waters, but He will rebuke them so they will flee far away, chased like chaff on the hills before the wind, like whirling dust before the storm.


A third you will burn in fire in the midst of the city, when the days of the siege are complete. Take a third and strike it with the sword all around the city. Scatter a third to the wind, and I will draw out a sword after them.


Therefore they will be like morning clouds, like dew passing away early, like chaff blown from the threshing-floor, or like smoke from a chimney.


A wind will wrap her up in its wings. They will be ashamed of their sacrifices.