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Job 3:11 - American Standard Version 2015

11 Why died I not from the womb?\par\tab Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost When I came out of the belly?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

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Common English Bible

11 Why didn’t I die at birth, come forth from the womb and die?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?

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Job 3:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Because it shut not up the doors of my {\i mother's} womb,\par\tab Nor hid trouble from mine eyes.


Why did the knees receive me?\par\tab Or why the breast, that I should suck?


{\i Let them be} as a snail which melteth and passeth away,\par\tab {\i Like} the untimely birth of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.


By thee have I been holden up from the womb;\par\tab Thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels:\par\tab My praise shall be continually of thee.


Wherefore I praised the dead that have been long dead more than the living that are yet alive;


yea, better than them both {\i did I esteem} him that hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.\par


If a man beget a hundred children, and live many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul be not filled with good, and moreover he have no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he:


moreover it hath not seen the sun nor known it; this hath rest rather than the other:


Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, that have been borne {\i by me} from their birth, that have been carried from the womb;


Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; {\i yet} every one of them doth curse me.\par


because he slew me not from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.


Give them, O Jehovah—what wilt thou give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.


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