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Job 13:12 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ash; your defences are made of clay.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 Your remembrances are like unto ashes, Your bodies to bodies of clay.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes [valueless]; your defenses are defenses of clay [and will crumble].

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay.

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Common English Bible

12 Your old sayings are proverbs made of ashes, your sayings defenses made of clay.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 Your remembrance will be compared to ashes, and your necks will be reduced to clay.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 Your remembrance shall be compared to ashes: and your necks shall be brought to clay.

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Job 13:12
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Abraham answered, ‘Since I have ventured to speak to my lord #– #even though I am dust and ashes #– #


Then the Lord God formed the man out of the dust from the ground  and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils,  and the man became a living being.


Would God’s majesty not terrify you? Would his dread not fall on you?


Be quiet,  and I will speak. Let whatever comes happen to me.


All memory  of him perishes from the earth; he has no name anywhere.


So how can you offer me such futile comfort? Your answers are deceptive.


Job continued his discourse, saying:


Job continued his discourse, saying:


how much more those who dwell in clay houses, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth!


The Lord then said to Moses, ‘Write this down on a scroll as a reminder and recite it to Joshua: I will completely blot out the memory of Amalek under heaven.’


The remembrance of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.


The dead do not live; departed spirits do not rise up. Indeed, you have punished and destroyed them; you have wiped out all memory of them.


For we know that if our earthly tent we live in  is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal dwelling in the heavens,  not made with hands.


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