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Job 18:16 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

16 His roots below dry up, and his branches above wither away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 His roots shall be dried up beneath, And above shall his branch be cut off.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 The roots [of the wicked] shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off and wither.

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 His roots shall be dried up beneath, And above shall his branch be cut off.

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Common English Bible

16 Their roots dry out below; their branches wither above.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 Let his roots be dried up from beneath him, and his harvest be crushed from above.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 Let his roots be dried up beneath: and his harvest destroyed above.

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Job 18:16
10 Tagairtí Cros  

He will not escape from the darkness; flames will wither his shoots, and by the breath of God’s mouth, he will depart.


It will be accomplished before his time, and his branch will not flourish.


My roots will have access to water, and the dew will rest on my branches all night.


His roots are intertwined around a pile of rocks. He looks for a home among the stones.


You will not join them in burial, because you destroyed your land and slaughtered your own people. The offspring of evildoers will never be mentioned again.


Therefore, as a tongue of fire consumes straw and as dry grass shrivels in the flame, so their roots will become like something rotten and their blossoms will blow away like dust, for they have rejected the instruction of the  Lord of Armies, and they have despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.


Ephraim  is struck down; their roots are withered; they cannot bear fruit. Even if they bear children, I will kill the precious offspring of their wombs.


Yet I destroyed the Amorite  as Israel advanced; his height  was like the cedars, and he was as sturdy as the oaks; I destroyed his fruit  above and his roots beneath.


‘For look, the day is coming, burning like a furnace, when all the arrogant and everyone who commits wickedness will become stubble. The coming day will consume them,’ says the Lord of Armies, ‘not leaving them root or branches.


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