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Job 20:22 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

22 At the height of his success  distress will come to him; the full weight of misery  will crush him.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 In the fulness of his sufficiency he shall be in straits: Every hand of the wicked shall come upon him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 In the fullness of his sufficiency [in the time of his great abundance] he shall be poor and in straits; every hand of everyone who is in misery shall come upon him [he is but a wretch on every side].

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 In the fulness of his sufficiency he shall be in straits: The hand of every one that is in misery shall come upon him.

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Common English Bible

22 Even in their plenty, they are hard-pressed; all sorts of trouble come on them.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 When he will be satisfied, he will be constrained; he will seethe, and all anguish will fall upon him.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

22 When he shall be filled, he shall be straitened, he shall burn, and every sorrow shall fall upon him.

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Job 20:22
13 Tagairtí Cros  

The Lord sent Chaldean, Aramean,  Moabite,  and Ammonite raiders against Jehoiakim. He sent them against Judah to destroy it, according to the word of the Lord he had spoken through his servants the prophets.


the Sabeans  swooped down and took them away. They struck down the servants with the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you! ’


That messenger was still speaking when yet another came and reported, ‘The Chaldeans formed three bands, made a raid on the camels, and took them away. They struck down the servants with the sword, and I alone have escaped to tell you! ’


He will no longer be rich; his wealth will not endure. His possessions  will not increase in the land.


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


His powerful stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.


When he fills his stomach, God will send his burning anger against him, raining  it down on him while he is eating.


There the wicked  cease to make trouble, and there the weary find rest.


The hungry consume his harvest, even taking it out of the thorns. The thirsty  pant for his children’s wealth.


I will send him against a godless nation; I will command him to go against a people destined for my rage, to take spoils, to plunder, and to trample them down like clay  in the streets.


As much as she glorified herself and indulged her sensual and excessive ways, give her that much torment and grief. For she says in her heart, ‘I sit as a queen; I am not a widow, and I will never see grief.’


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