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Genesis 42:38 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

38 But Jacob answered, ‘My son will not go down with you, for his brother is dead and he alone is left.  If anything happens to him on your journey, you will bring my grey hairs down to Sheol in sorrow.’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

38 And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which ye go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

38 But [Jacob] said, My son shall not go down with you, for his brother is dead and he alone is left [of his mother's children]; if harm or accident should befall him on the journey you are to take, you would bring my hoary head down to Sheol (the place of the dead) with grief.

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American Standard Version (1901)

38 And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he only is left: if harm befall him by the way in which ye go, then will ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.

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Common English Bible

38 But Jacob said to him, “My son won’t go down with you because his brother’s dead and he’s been left all alone. If anything were to happen to him on the trip you are taking, you would send me—old as I am—to my grave in grief.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

38 But he said: "My son will not go down with you. His brother is dead, and he is left alone. If any adversity will befall him in the land to which you travel, you would lead my grey hairs down with sorrow to the grave."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

38 But he said: My son shall not go down with you. His brother is dead, and he is left alone: if any mischief befall him in the land to which you go, you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to hell.

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Genesis 42:38
20 Tagairtí Cros  

His father recognised it. ‘It is my son’s robe,’ he said. ‘A vicious animal has devoured him. Joseph has been torn to pieces! ’


Then Jacob tore his clothes, put sackcloth round his waist, and mourned for his son for many days.


All his sons and daughters tried to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. ‘No,’ he said. ‘I will go down to Sheol to my son, mourning.’ And his father wept for him.


But they replied, ‘We, your servants, were twelve brothers, the sons of one man in the land of Canaan. The youngest is now  with our father, and one is no longer living.’


Then Reuben said to his father, ‘You can kill my two sons if I don’t bring him back to you. Put him in my care,  and I will return him to you.’


But Jacob did not send Joseph’s brother Benjamin with his brothers, for he thought, ‘Something might happen to him.’


Take your brother also, and go back at once to the man.


and we answered my lord, “We have an elderly father and a younger brother, the child of his old age.  The boy’s brother is dead. He is the only one of his mother’s sons left, and his father loves him.”


But we said to my lord, “The boy cannot leave his father. If he were to leave, his father would die.”


Act according to your wisdom, and do not let his grey head descend to Sheol in peace.


He leaves a shining wake behind him; one would think the deep had grey hair!


I have seen all the things that are done under the sun and have found everything to be futile, a pursuit of the wind.  ,


For to the person who is pleasing in his sight, he gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy;  but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and accumulating in order to give to the one who is pleasing in God’s sight.  This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.


I said: In the prime  of my life I must go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years.


I will be the same until your old age, and I will bear you up when you turn grey. I have made you, and I will carry you; I will bear and rescue you.


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