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Job 2:8 - King James 2000

8 And he took himself a potsherd to scrape himself with; and he sat down among the ashes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself, and he sat [down] among the ashes.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself therewith; and he sat among the ashes.

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Common English Bible

8 Job took a piece of broken pottery to scratch himself and sat down on a mound of ashes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 So he took a shard of earthenware and scraped the discharge, while sitting on a heap of refuse.

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Job 2:8
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And Tamar put ashes on her head, and tore her garment of many colors that was on her, and laid her hand on her head, and went on crying.


When Mordecai perceived all that was done, Mordecai tore his clothes, and put on sackcloth with ashes, and went out into the midst of the city, and cried with a loud and a bitter cry;


And in every province, wherever the king's commandment and his decree came, there was great mourning among the Jews, and fasting, and weeping, and wailing; and many lay in sackcloth and ashes.


Then said his wife unto him, Do you still retain your integrity? curse God, and die.


Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.


My wounds are foul and are corrupt because of my foolishness.


For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.


To provide for them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.


O daughter of my people, gird yourself with sackcloth, and roll yourself about in ashes: make yourself mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation: for the spoiler shall suddenly come upon us.


And shall cause their voice to be heard against you, and shall cry bitterly, and shall cast up dust upon their heads, they shall wallow in the ashes:


For word came unto the king of Nineveh, and he arose from his throne, and he laid his robe from him, and covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.


Woe unto you, Chorazin! woe unto you, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works, which were done in you, had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes.


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