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Job 19:7 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

7 *Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 Behold, I cry out, Violence! but I am not heard; I cry aloud for help, but there is no justice.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

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Common English Bible

7 If I cry “Violence!” I’m not answered; I shout—but there is no justice.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.

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Job 19:7
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Is it good to you that you should oppress, that you should despise the work of your hands, and smile on the counsel of the wicked?


that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!


*Behold, I know your thoughts, the devices with which you would wrong me.


I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.


*However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?


I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.


For Iyov has said, 'I am righteous, God has taken away my right:


Will you even annul my judgment? Will you condemn me, that you may be justified?


The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of the judges of it. If not he, then who is it?


For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, that we should come together in judgment.


My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.


But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Yisra'el.


For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, Violence and destruction! because the word of the LORD is made a reproach to me, and a derision, all the day.


Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.


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