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Job 4:19 - Tree of Life Version

how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Which are crushed before the moth?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

How much more those who dwell in houses (bodies) of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed like the moth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!

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Common English Bible

how much less those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in dust, and who are crushed like a moth?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

How much more will those who live in houses of clay, which have an earthly foundation, be consumed like the moth?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

How much more shall they that dwell in houses of clay, who have an earthly foundation, be consumed as with the moth?

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Job 4:19
18 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Abraham answered and said, “Look, pray, I have decided to speak to my Lord, though I am dust and ashes.


Then Adonai Elohim formed the man out of the dust from the ground and He breathed into his nostrils a breath of life—so the man became a living being.


By the sweat of your brow will you eat food, until you return to the ground, since from it were you taken. For you are dust, and to dust will you return.”


Remember You fashioned me like clay; will You return me to dust?


Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.


“So he wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.


Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.


They were snatched away before their time, their foundations washed away by a river.


how much less man who is but a maggot— a son of man who is a worm!”


Look, I am the same as you before God; I too am formed from clay.


His breath departs, he returns to his dust. In that very day his plans perish.


Remove Your scourge from me. I perish by the blow of Your hand.


Then the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.


But we have this treasure in jars of clay, so that the surpassing greatness of the power may be from God and not from ourselves.


For we know that if the tent, our earthly home, is torn down, we have a building from God—a home not made with human hands, eternal in the heavens.


For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,