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Job 7:3 - Easy To Read Version

3 Month after frustrating month\par has gone by.\par I have had night after night of suffering.\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 So am I allotted months of futile [suffering], and [long] nights of misery are appointed to me.

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.

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Common English Bible

3 So I have inherited months of emptiness; nights of toil have been measured out for me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.

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Job 7:3
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Truly, God, you took away my strength.\par You destroyed my whole family.\par


God will do what he planned to me.\par And he has many other plans for me.\par


“I wish my life was like it was\par a few months ago.\par At that time God watched over me\par and cared for me.\par


Man is like a slave who wants the\par cool shade after hard work on a hot day.\par Man is like a hired worker\par waiting for payday.\par


Lord, you gave me only a short life. {\cf2\super [236]} \par My short life is nothing,\par compared to you.\par Every person’s life is only like a cloud\par \{that quickly disappears\}.\par No person lives forever! {\cf2\super [237]} \par \i (SELAH {\cf2\super [238]})\i0 \par


Lord, all night I prayed to you.\par My bed is wet from my tears.\par Tears are dripping from my bed.\par I am weak from crying to you.\par


My enemies have given me many troubles.\par This made me very sad with grief.\par Now my eyes are weak from crying.\par


I looked at all the things done on earth, and I saw that it is all a waste of time. It is like trying to catch the wind. {\cf2\super [6]}


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