Job 17:13 - Easy To Read Version

¹³ “I might hope for the grave\par to be my new home.\par I might hope to make my bed\par in the dark grave.\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹³ If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹³ But if I look to Sheol (the unseen state) as my abode, if I spread my couch in the darkness,

American Standard Version (1901)

¹³ If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

Common English Bible

¹³ If I hope for the underworld as my dwelling, lay out my bed in darkness,

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹³ If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

¹³ If I wait hell is my house: and I have made my bed in darkness.

Job 17:13 Tagairtí Cros

Job 14:14

If a person dies, will he live again?\par I would wait as long as I must\par until I could be set free.\par

Job 17:1

My spirit is broken;I am ready to give up.My life is almost gone,the grave is waiting for me.

Job 17:12

But my friends are all mixed up.\par They think night is day.\par They think darkness drives away\par the light.\par

Job 3:13

If I had died when I was born,\par I would be at peace now.\par I wish I were asleep and at rest\par

Job 30:23

I know you will lead me to my death.\par Every living person must die.\par

Job 6:11

“My strength is gone,\par so I have no hope to go on living.\par I don’t know what will happen to me,\par so I have no reason to be patient.\par

Job 7:9

A cloud disappears and is gone.\par In the same way, a person dies\par and is buried in the grave\par and he won’t come back.\par

Psalm 139:8

Lord, if I go up to heaven,\par you are there.\par If I go down to the place of death,\par you are there.\par

Psalm 27:14

Wait for the Lord’s help!\par Be strong and brave,\par and wait for the Lord’s help!\par

Ecclesiastes 12:5

You will be afraid of high places. You will be afraid of tripping over every small thing in your path. Your hair will become white like the flowers on an almond tree. You will drag yourself along like a grasshopper when you walk. You will lose your desire \{to live\}. {\cf2\super [45]} And then you will go to your eternal home (the grave). The mourners {\cf2\super [46]} will gather in the streets \{as they carry your body to the grave\}.

Isaiah 57:2

But peace will come,\par and the people will rest in their\par own beds.\par They will live the way God wants them to.\par