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Job 16:12 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: He hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, And set me up for his mark.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 I was living at ease, but [Satan] crushed me and broke me apart; yes, he seized me by the neck and dashed me in pieces; then he set me up for his target.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

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Common English Bible

12 I was at rest, but he shattered me, seized me by the back of my neck, dashed me into pieces; he raised me up for his target.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.

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Job 16:12
19 Tagairtí Cros  

he runs at him with a stiff neck, with the thick shields of his bucklers;


God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.


For God has made my heart faint. The Almighty has terrified me.


when his lamp shone on my head, and by his light I walked through darkness,


I am not at ease, neither am I quiet, neither have I rest; but trouble comes.*


The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.


Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?


If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?


For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.


Though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.


Surely against me he turns his hand again and again all the day.


My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.


When they took hold of you by your hand, you broke, and tore all their shoulders; and when they leaned on you, you broke, and paralyzed all of their thighs.*


He who falls on this stone will be broken to pieces, but on whoever it will fall, it will scatter him as dust.*


who for my life, laid down their own necks; to whom not only I give thanks, but also all the assemblies of the Gentiles.


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