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Job 7:16 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

16 I give up! I will not live for ever. Leave me alone,  for my days are a breath.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath (futility).

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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Common English Bible

16 I reject life; I don’t want to live long; leave me alone, for my days are empty.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 I have done with hope. I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

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Job 7:16
22 Tagairtí Cros  

So Rebekah said to Isaac, ‘I’m sick of my life because of these Hethite girls.  If Jacob marries someone from around here,  like these Hethite girls, what good is my life? ’


but he went on a day’s journey into the wilderness. He sat down under a broom tree  and prayed that he might die. He said, ‘I have had enough! Lord, take my life,  for I’m no better than my ancestors.’


I am disgusted with my life. I will give vent to my complaint and speak in the bitterness of my soul.


Are my days not few? Stop it! Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little


look away from him and let him rest so that he can enjoy his day like a hired worker.


that he would decide to crush me, to unleash his power and cut me off!


so that I prefer strangling   – death rather than life in this body.  ,


Remember that my life is but a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.


Though I am blameless, I no longer care about myself; I renounce my life.


Therefore, I hated life because the work that was done under the sun was distressing to me. For everything is futile and a pursuit of the wind.


Death will be chosen over life  by all the survivors of this evil family, those who remain wherever I have banished them.’  This is the declaration of the Lord of Armies.


And now, Lord, take my life from me,  for it is better for me to die than to live.’


As the sun was rising, God appointed a scorching east wind.  The sun beat down on Jonah’s head  so much that he almost fainted, and he wanted to die. He said, ‘It’s better for me to die than to live.’


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