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Job 7:4 - Tree of Life Version

When I lay down I say, “When will I rise?” The night drags on, and I toss until the day dawns.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

When I lie down I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro till the dawning of the day.

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American Standard Version (1901)

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

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Common English Bible

If I lie down and think—When will I get up?— night drags on, and restless thoughts fill me until dawn.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

If I lie down to sleep, I will say, "When will I rise?" And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? And again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.

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Job 7:4
9 Tagairtí Cros  

turn night into day; in the face of darkness light is near.


Night pierces my bones within me; my gnawing pains never rest.


I fade away like an evening shadow, shaken off like a locust.


My soul waits for my Lord, more than watchmen for the morning, watchmen for the morning.


For there is no memory of You in death, in Sheol who will praise You?


I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah


Afflicted one, storm-tossed, unconsoled, behold, I set your stones in antimony, lay your foundations with sapphires,


In the morning you will say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and at evening you will say, ‘If only it were morning!”—from the fear of your heart that you will fear and the sight of your eyes that you will see.