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Job 19:22 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

22 Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 Why do you, as if you were God, pursue and persecute me? [Acting like wild beasts] why are you not satisfied with my flesh?

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Common English Bible

22 Why do you pursue me like God does, always hungry for my flesh?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 Why do you pursue me just as God does, and satiate yourselves with my flesh?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

22 Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?

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Job 19:22
14 Tagairtí Cros  

If I am proud,  you hunt me like a lion and again display your miraculous power against me.


Why do you hide your face and consider me your enemy?


Will you frighten a wind-driven leaf? Will you chase after dry straw?


God hands me over to the unjust; he throws me to the wicked.


If you say, ‘How will we pursue him, since the root of the problem lies with him? ’


then understand that it is God who has wronged me and caught me in his net.


But stretch out your hand and strike  his flesh and bones, and he will surely curse you to your face.’


You have turned against me with cruelty; you harass  me with your strong hand.


Haven’t the members of my household said, ‘Who is there who has not had enough to eat at Job’s table? ’


I will put it into the hands of your tormentors, who said to you, “Lie down, so that we can walk over you.” You made your back like the ground, and like a street for those who walk on it.


You eat the flesh  of my people after you strip their skin from them and break their bones. You chop them up like flesh for the cooking pot, like meat in a cauldron.’


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