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Job 9:18 - Tree of Life Version

He does not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.

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American Standard Version (1901)

He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

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Common English Bible

He doesn’t let me catch my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He does not permit my spirit to rest, and he fills me with bitterness.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

He alloweth not my spirit to rest: and he filleth me with bitterness.

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Job 9:18
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Are not my days few? Then stop, leave me alone so I might have a little joy,


For You write bitter things against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.


“As God lives, who has deprived me of justice, Shaddai who has made my soul bitter,


Why is light given to one who suffers and life to the bitter of soul,


Will You never look away from me, or let me alone until I swallow my spittle?


Hear my prayer, Adonai, and listen to my cry— do not keep silent at my tears. For with You I am an outsider, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.


You have laid me in the lowest places, in dark places, in the depths.


Therefore, thus says Adonai-Tzva’ot, the God of Israel, “look, I will make this people eat wormwood and drink poisoned water.


He has filled me with bitterness and made me drink wormwood.


Surely, He has turned His hand against me again and again all day long.


Now all discipline seems painful at the moment—not joyful. But later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.


“Do not call me Naomi,” she told them. “Call me Mara—since Shaddai has made my life bitter.