Biblia Todo Logo
Bíobla ar líne
- Fógraí -





Job 7:4 - English Standard Version 2016

4 When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip


Tuilleadh leaganacha

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 When I lie down I say, When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossing to and fro till the dawning of the day.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

4 If I lie down and think—When will I get up?— night drags on, and restless thoughts fill me until dawn.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, "When will I rise?" And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? And again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.

Féach an chaibidil Cóip




Job 7:4
9 Tagairtí Cros  

They make night into day: ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’


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


I am gone like a shadow at evening; I am shaken off like a locust.


my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.


I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping.


You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.


“O afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted, behold, I will set your stones in antimony, and lay your foundations with sapphires.


In the morning you shall say, ‘If only it were evening!’ and at evening you shall say, ‘If only it were morning!’ because of the dread that your heart shall feel, and the sights that your eyes shall see.


Lean orainn:

Fógraí


Fógraí