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Job 27:19 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

19 He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, it is gone.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: He openeth his eyes, and he is not.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

19 [The wicked] will lie down rich, but does it not again; he opens his eyes, and [his wealth] is gone.

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American Standard Version (1901)

19 He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers; He openeth his eyes, and he is not.

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Common English Bible

19 They lie down rich, but no longer; open their eyes, but it’s missing.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

19 When he falls asleep, the rich man will leave him with nothing; he will open his eyes and find nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

19 The rich man when he shall sleep shall take away nothing with him: he shall open his eyes and find nothing.

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Job 27:19
19 Tagairtí Cros  

The sceptre will not depart from Judah or the staff from between his feet until he whose right it is comes  , and the obedience of the peoples belongs to him.


But a person dies and fades away; he breathes his last #– #where is he?


the joy of the wicked has been brief and the happiness of the godless has lasted only a moment?


Indeed, the evil person is spared from the day of disaster, rescued from the day of wrath.


They are exalted for a moment, then gone; they are brought low and shrivel up like everything else. They wither like ears of corn.


Yes, I know that you will lead me to death – the place  appointed for all who live.


Why not forgive my sin and pardon my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the grave. You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.


The eye of anyone who looks on me will no longer see me. Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.


Your enemies will be clothed with shame; the tent  of the wicked will no longer exist.


Don’t wear yourself out to get rich; because you know better, stop!


As soon as your eyes fly to it, it disappears, for it makes wings for itself and flies like an eagle to the sky.


They will be exposed  to the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the sky,  which they have loved, served, followed, consulted, and worshipped. Their bones will not be collected and buried but will become like manure on the soil’s surface.


‘Jerusalem, Jerusalem,   who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her. How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks   under her wings, but you were not willing!


His winnowing shovel is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing-floor and gather his wheat into the barn. But the chaff he will burn with fire that never goes out.’


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