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Job 7:8 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: Thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more; while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.

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Common English Bible

8 The eye that sees me now will no longer look on me; your eyes will be on me, and I won’t exist.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.

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Job 7:8
14 Tagairtí Cros  

But now he is dead, why should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.


You also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet,


But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?


Do you open your eyes on such a one, and bring me into judgment with you?


He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found. Yes, he shall be chased away like a vision of the night.


The eye which saw him shall see him no more, neither shall his place any more see him.


He lies down rich, but he shall not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.


For now should I have lain down and been quiet. I should have slept, then I would have been at rest,


Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.*


If he is destroyed from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, 'I have not seen you.'


For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.


But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.


When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath.* Selah.


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