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Job 7:4 - American Standard Version (1901)

4 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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 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

4 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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Common English Bible

4 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

4 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

4 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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English Standard Version 2016

4 When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn.

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Job 7:4
9 Tagairtí Cros  

They change the night into day: The light, say they, is near unto the darkness.


In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.


I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.


My soul waiteth for the Lord More than watchmen wait for the morning; Yea, more than watchmen for the morning.


I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.


Thou holdest mine eyes watching: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.


O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will set thy stones in fair colors, and lay thy foundations with sapphires.


In the morning thou shalt say, Would it were even! and at even thou shalt say, Would it were morning! for the fear of thy heart which thou shalt fear, and for the sight of thine eyes which thou shalt see.


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