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Job 24:20 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

20 The womb forgets them; worms feed on them; they are remembered  no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 The womb shall forget him, the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered, and unrighteousness shall be broken like a tree [which cannot be healed]. [Prov. 10:7.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

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Common English Bible

20 The womb forgets them; the worm consumes them; they aren’t remembered, and so wickedness is shattered like a tree.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 Let mercy forget him. His charm is worms. Let him not be remembered, but instead be broken like an unfruitful tree.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 Let mercy forget him: may worms be his sweetness. Let him be remembered no more, but be broken in pieces as an unfruitful tree.

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Job 24:20
14 Tagairtí Cros  

and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the maggot, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’


He tears me down on every side so that I am ruined. He uproots my hope like a tree.


Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet I will see God in   my flesh.


But they both lie in the dust, and worms cover them.


Now I would certainly be lying down in peace; I would be asleep. Then I would be at rest


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


In such circumstances, I saw the wicked buried. They came and went from the holy place,  and they were praised  in the city where they did those things. This too is futile.


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.


‘Can a woman forget her nursing child, or lack compassion for the child of her womb? Even if these forget, yet I will not forget you.


He called out loudly: Cut down the tree and chop off its branches; strip off its leaves and scatter its fruit. Let the animals flee from under it, and the birds from its branches.


The axe is already at the root of the trees. Therefore, every tree that doesn’t produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.


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