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Job 3:11 - King James 2000

11 Why died I not from the womb? why did I not expire when I came out of the womb?

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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 shut not up the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hid sorrow from my eyes.


Why did the knees receive me? or why the breasts that I should nurse?


As a snail who melts, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.


By you have I been upheld from birth: you are he that took me out of my mother's womb: my praise shall be continually of you.


Therefore I praised the dead who are already dead more than the living who are yet alive.


Yea, better is he than both, who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.


If a man begets a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, and his soul is not filled with good, and also that he has no burial; I say, that a stillborn birth is better than he.


Moreover he has not seen the sun, nor known any thing: this one has more rest than the other.


Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, who are borne by me from birth, who are 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 neither lent for interest, nor men have lent to me for interest; yet everyone of them does curse me.


Because he slew me not from the womb; or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great with me.


Give them, O LORD: what will you give? give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.


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