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Job 27:20 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm  wind sweeps him away at night.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 Terrors overtake him like a [suddenly loosened] flood; a windstorm steals him away in the night.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

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Common English Bible

20 Terrors overtake them like waters; a tempest snatches them by night;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 Destitution will surround him like water; a storm will overwhelm him in the night.

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Job 27:20
17 Tagairtí Cros  

That night the angel of the Lord went out and struck down one hundred and eighty-five thousand in the camp of the Assyrians. When the people got up the next morning #– #there were all the dead bodies!


Dreadful sounds fill his ears; when he is at peace, a robber attacks him.


Terrors frighten him on every side and harass him at every step.


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


He will fly away like a dream and never be found; he will be chased away like a vision in the night.


Are they like straw before the wind, like chaff  a storm sweeps away?


They were snatched away before their time, and their foundations  were washed away by a river.


They float  on the surface of the water. Their section of the land is cursed, so that they never go to their vineyards.


They die suddenly in the middle of the night; people shudder, then pass away. Even the mighty are removed without effort.


Now at midnight the Lord struck every firstborn male in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sat on his throne to the firstborn of the prisoner who was in the dungeon, and every firstborn of the livestock.


That very night Belshazzar the king of the Chaldeans was killed,


When you threw me into the depths, into the heart of the seas, the current  overcame me. All your breakers and your billows swept over me.


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