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Job 16:8 - English Standard Version 2016

8 And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me, and my leanness has risen up against me; it testifies to my face.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: And my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 You have laid firm hold on me and have shriveled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness [and wretched state of body] are further evidence [against me]; [they] testify to my face.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me: And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

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Common English Bible

8 seized me, which became grounds for an accusation. My leanness rises to bear witness against me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me: and all my limbs are brought to nothing.

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Job 16:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

You renew your witnesses against me and increase your vexation toward me; you bring fresh troops against me.


My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.


My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


His flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen, and his bones that were not seen stick out.


he gave them what they asked, but sent a wasting disease among them.


My knees are weak through fasting; my body has become gaunt, with no fat.


Therefore the Lord God of hosts will send wasting sickness among his stout warriors, and under his glory a burning will be kindled, like the burning of fire.


From the ends of the earth we hear songs of praise, of glory to the Righteous One. But I say, “I waste away, I waste away. Woe is me! For the traitors have betrayed, with betrayal the traitors have betrayed.”


so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.


I went away full, and the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi, when the Lord has testified against me and the Almighty has brought calamity upon me?”


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