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Genesis 50:5 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

5 my father made me take an oath,  saying, “I am about to die. You must bury me there in the tomb that I made for myself in the land of Canaan.”  Now let me go and bury my father. Then I will return.’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 My father made me swear, saying, Lo, I die: in my grave which I have digged for me in the land of Canaan, there shalt thou bury me. Now therefore let me go up, I pray thee, and bury my father, and I will come again.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 My father made me swear, saying, I am about to die; in my tomb which I hewed out for myself in the land of Canaan, there you shall bury me. So now let me go up, I pray you, and bury my father, and I will come again.

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 My father made me swear, saying, Lo, I die: in my grave which I have digged for me in the land of Canaan, there shalt thou bury me. Now therefore let me go up, I pray thee, and bury my father, and I will come again.

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Common English Bible

5 My father made me promise, telling me, ‘I’m about to die. You must bury me in the tomb I dug for myself in the land of Canaan.’ Now, let me leave and let me bury my father, and then I will return.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 For my father made me swear, saying: 'See, I am dying. You shall bury me in my sepulcher which I dug for myself in the land of Canaan.' Therefore, I shall go up and bury my father, and then return."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 For my father made me swear to him, saying: Behold, I die: thou shalt bury me in my sepulchre which I have digged for myself in the land of Chanaan. So I will go up and bury my father, and return.

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Genesis 50:5
19 Tagairtí Cros  

You will eat bread  by the sweat of your brow until you return to the ground, since you were taken from it. For you are dust, and you will return to dust.’


Israel said to Joseph, ‘Look, I am about to die, but God will be with you and will bring you back to the land of your fathers.


Joseph said to his brothers, ‘I am about to die,  but God will certainly come to your aid and bring you up from this land to the land he swore to give to Abraham,  Isaac,  and Jacob.’


When the days of mourning were over, Joseph said to Pharaoh’s household, ‘If I have found favour with you, please tell Pharaoh that


So Pharaoh said, ‘Go and bury your father in keeping with your oath.’


He was buried in his own tomb that he had made for himself in the city of David. They laid him out in a coffin that was full of spices and various mixtures of prepared ointments;  then they made a great fire in his honour.


Yes, I know that you will lead me to death – the place  appointed for all who live.


Also, they are afraid of heights and dangers on the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper loses its spring, and the caperberry has no effect; for the mere mortal is headed to his eternal home, and mourners will walk around in the street;


and the dust returns to the earth as it once was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.


A man may father a hundred children and live for many years. No matter how long he lives,  if he is not satisfied by good things and does not even have a proper burial,  I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.


What are you doing here? Who authorised you to carve out a tomb for yourself here, carving your tomb on the height and cutting a resting place for yourself out of rock?


and placed it in his new tomb, which he had cut into the rock. He left after rolling a great stone against the entrance of the tomb.


I won’t be crossing the Jordan because I am going to die in this land.  But you are about to cross over and take possession of this good land.


Saul commanded him, ‘Tell me what you did.’ Jonathan told him, ‘I tasted a little honey  with the end of the staff I was carrying. I am ready to die! ’


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