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Genesis 42:38 - English Standard Version 2016

38 But he said, “My son shall not go down with you, for his brother is dead, and he is the only one left. If harm should happen to him on the journey that you are to make, you would bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.”

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

38 And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which ye go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

38 But [Jacob] said, My son shall not go down with you, for his brother is dead and he alone is left [of his mother's children]; if harm or accident should befall him on the journey you are to take, you would bring my hoary head down to Sheol (the place of the dead) with grief.

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American Standard Version (1901)

38 And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he only is left: if harm befall him by the way in which ye go, then will ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.

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Common English Bible

38 But Jacob said to him, “My son won’t go down with you because his brother’s dead and he’s been left all alone. If anything were to happen to him on the trip you are taking, you would send me—old as I am—to my grave in grief.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

38 But he said: "My son will not go down with you. His brother is dead, and he is left alone. If any adversity will befall him in the land to which you travel, you would lead my grey hairs down with sorrow to the grave."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

38 But he said: My son shall not go down with you. His brother is dead, and he is left alone: if any mischief befall him in the land to which you go, you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to hell.

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Genesis 42:38
20 Tagairtí Cros  

And he identified it and said, “It is my son’s robe. A fierce animal has devoured him. Joseph is without doubt torn to pieces.”


Then Jacob tore his garments and put sackcloth on his loins and mourned for his son many days.


All his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted and said, “No, I shall go down to Sheol to my son, mourning.” Thus his father wept for him.


And they said, “We, your servants, are twelve brothers, the sons of one man in the land of Canaan, and behold, the youngest is this day with our father, and one is no more.”


Then Reuben said to his father, “Kill my two sons if I do not bring him back to you. Put him in my hands, and I will bring him back to you.”


But Jacob did not send Benjamin, Joseph’s brother, with his brothers, for he feared that harm might happen to him.


Take also your brother, and arise, go again to the man.


And we said to my lord, ‘We have a father, an old man, and a young brother, the child of his old age. His brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother’s children, and his father loves him.’


We said to my lord, ‘The boy cannot leave his father, for if he should leave his father, his father would die.’


Act therefore according to your wisdom, but do not let his gray head go down to Sheol in peace.


Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired.


So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come.


The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.


I have seen everything that is done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.


For to the one who pleases him God has given wisdom and knowledge and joy, but to the sinner he has given the business of gathering and collecting, only to give to one who pleases God. This also is vanity and a striving after wind.


I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.


even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.


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