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Job 9:17 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

17 He batters me with a whirlwind and multiplies my wounds without cause.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 For He overwhelms and breaks me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.

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Common English Bible

17 Who bruises me with a tempest and multiplies my wounds for no reason?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 For he will crush me in a whirlwind and multiply my wounds, even without cause.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 For he shall crush me in a whirlwind and multiply my wounds, even without cause.

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Job 9:17
24 Tagairtí Cros  

‘Your hands shaped me and formed me. Will you now turn and destroy me?


I was at ease, but he shattered me; he seized me by the scruff of the neck and smashed me to pieces. He set me up as his target;


He breaks through my defences again and again; he charges at me like a warrior.


although my hands are free from violence and my prayer is pure.


Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and nights,  but no one spoke a word to him because they saw that his suffering  was very intense.


Then the Lord said to Satan, ‘Have you considered my servant Job? No one else on earth is like him, a man of perfect integrity,  who fears God and turns away from evil.  He still retains his integrity, even though you incited me against him, to destroy him for no good reason.’


So Satan left the Lord’s presence and infected Job with terrible boils from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.


As God lives, who has deprived me of justice, and the Almighty who has made me bitter,


You lift me up on the wind and make me ride it; you scatter me in the storm.


But he finds reasons to oppose me; he regards me as his enemy.


Would I lie about my case? My wound  is incurable, though I am without transgression.’


If I summoned him and he answered me, I do not believe he would pay attention to what I said.


And I will make justice the measuring line and righteousness the mason’s level.’ Hail will sweep away the false refuge, and water will flood your hiding place.


Look, a storm from the  Lord! Wrath has gone out, a whirling storm. It will whirl about the heads of the wicked.


‘ “So this is what the Lord God says: I will release a whirlwind in my wrath. Torrential rain will come in my anger, and hailstones will fall in destructive fury.


He will not break a bruised reed, and he will not put out a smouldering wick, until he has led justice to victory.


The rain fell, the rivers rose, the winds blew and pounded that house, and it collapsed. It collapsed with a great crash.’


But this happened so that the statement written in their law might be fulfilled:   They hated me for no reason.   ,


‘Neither this man nor his parents sinned,’ Jesus answered. ‘This came about so that God’s works   might be displayed in him.


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