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Job 30:30 - English Standard Version 2016

30 My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

30 My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

30 My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, and my bones are burned with heat.

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American Standard Version (1901)

30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Common English Bible

30 My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

30 My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

30 My skin is become black upon me: and my bones are dried up with heat.

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Job 30:30
11 Tagairtí Cros  

if I say to the pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’


So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and struck Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.


The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.


For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.


My heart is struck down like grass and has withered; I forget to eat my bread.


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten your statutes.


“From on high he sent fire; into my bones he made it descend; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all the day long.


He has made my flesh and my skin waste away; he has broken my bones;


Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.


Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.


I hear, and my body trembles; my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones; my legs tremble beneath me. Yet I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us.


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