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Job 3:11 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

11 *Why didn't I die from the womb? Why didn't I give up the spirit when my mother bore me?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost When I came out of the belly?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

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Common English Bible

11 Why didn’t I die at birth, come forth from the womb and die?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?

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Job 3:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

because it didn't shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.


Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should suck?


Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.


I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother's womb. I will always praise you.


Therefore I praised the dead who have been long dead more than the living who are yet alive.


Yes, better than them both is him who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.


If a man fathers a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not filled with good, and moreover he has no burial; I say, that an untimely birth is better than he:


Moreover it has not seen the sun nor known it. This has rest rather than the other.


Listen to me, house of Ya`akov, and all the remnant of the house of Yisra'el, that have been borne [by me] from their birth, that have been carried from the womb;


Woe is me, my mother, that you have borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not lent, neither have men lent to me; [yet] everyone of them does curse me.


because he didn't kill me from the womb; and so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb always great.


Give them--LORD what will you give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.


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