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Job 19:22 - English Standard Version 2016

22 Why do you, like God, pursue me? Why are you not satisfied with my flesh?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 Why do you, as if you were God, pursue and persecute me? [Acting like wild beasts] why are you not satisfied with my flesh?

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Common English Bible

22 Why do you pursue me like God does, always hungry for my flesh?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 Why do you pursue me just as God does, and satiate yourselves with my flesh?

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Job 19:22
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And were my head lifted up, you would hunt me like a lion and again work wonders against me.


Why do you hide your face and count me as your enemy?


Will you frighten a driven leaf and pursue dry chaff?


God gives me up to the ungodly and casts me into the hands of the wicked.


If you say, ‘How we will pursue him!’ and, ‘The root of the matter is found in him,’


know then that God has put me in the wrong and closed his net about me.


But stretch out your hand and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse you to your face.”


You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me.


if the men of my tent have not said, ‘Who is there that has not been filled with his meat?’


For they persecute him whom you have struck down, and they recount the pain of those you have wounded.


Add to them punishment upon punishment; may they have no acquittal from you.


and I will put it into the hand of your tormentors, who have said to you, ‘Bow down, that we may pass over’; and you have made your back like the ground and like the street for them to pass over.”


who eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones in pieces and chop them up like meat in a pot, like flesh in a cauldron.


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