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Job 19:2 - English Standard Version 2016

2 “How long will you torment me and break me in pieces with words?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

2 How long will you vex and torment me and break me in pieces with words?

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American Standard Version (1901)

2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

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Common English Bible

2 How long will you harass me and crush me with words?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

2 How long will you afflict my soul and wear me down with words?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

2 How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

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Job 19:2
18 Tagairtí Cros  

“How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and then we will speak.


These ten times you have cast reproach upon me; are you not ashamed to wrong me?


Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?


“As God lives, who has taken away my right, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,


“How long will you say these things, and the words of your mouth be a great wind?


How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?


As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”


His speech was smooth as butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.


There they are, bellowing with their mouths with swords in their lips— for “Who,” they think, “will hear us?”


who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,


There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.


Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.


They cried out with a loud voice, “O Sovereign Lord, holy and true, how long before you will judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”


And when she pressed him hard with her words day after day, and urged him, his soul was vexed to death.


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