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Job 3:11 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

11 Why was I not stillborn; why didn’t I die as I came from the womb?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost When I came out of the belly?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

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Common English Bible

11 Why didn’t I die at birth, come forth from the womb and die?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?

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Job 3:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

For that night did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, and hide sorrow from my eyes.


Why did the knees receive me, and why were there breasts for me to nurse at?


So I commended the dead,  who have already died, more than the living, who are still alive.


But better than either of them is the one who has not yet existed,  who has not seen the evil activity that is done under the sun.


A man may father a hundred children and live for many years. No matter how long he lives,  if he is not satisfied by good things and does not even have a proper burial,  I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.


Though a stillborn child does not see the sun and is not conscious, it has more rest than he.


‘Listen to me, house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been sustained from the womb, carried along since birth.


Woe is me, my mother, that you gave birth to me, a man who incites dispute and conflict in all the land. I did not lend or borrow, yet everyone curses me.


because he didn’t kill me in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave, her womb eternally pregnant.


Give them, Lord  – What should you give? Give them a womb that miscarries and breasts that are dry!


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