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Job 14:1 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

1 Anyone born of woman is short of days and full of trouble.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

1 Man that is born of a woman Is of few days, and full of trouble.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

1 MAN WHO is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.

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American Standard Version (1901)

1 Man, that is born of a woman, Is of few days, and full of trouble.

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Common English Bible

1 All of us are born of women, have few days, and are full of turmoil.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

1 Man, born of woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

1 Man, born of a woman, living for a short time, is filled with many miseries.

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Job 14:1
20 Tagairtí Cros  

And he said to the man, ‘Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, “Do not eat from it”: The ground is cursed because of you. You will eat from it by means of painful labour all the days of your life.


Jacob said to Pharaoh, ‘My pilgrimage  has lasted for 130 years. My years have been few and hard,  and they have not reached the years of my ancestors during their pilgrimages.’


Suddenly he complained to his father, ‘My head! My head! ’ His father told his servant, ‘Carry him to his mother.’


Are my days not few? Stop it! Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little


What is a mere human, that he should be pure, or one born of a woman, that he should be righteous?


How can a human be justified before God? How can one born of woman be pure?


If even the moon does not shine and the stars are not pure in his sight,


But humans are born for trouble as surely as sparks fly upwards.


Isn’t each person consigned to forced labour  on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired worker?


My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.


since we were born only yesterday and know nothing. Our days on earth are but a shadow.


My days fly by faster than a runner;  , they flee without seeing any good.


Therefore, I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was distressing to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.


For all his days are filled with grief, and his occupation is sorrowful;  even at night, his mind does not rest.  This too is futile.


Why did I come out of the womb to see only struggle and sorrow, to end my life in shame?


‘Truly I tell you, among those born of women no one greater than John the Baptist has appeared,   but the least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.


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