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Job 18:14 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

14 His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, And it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 He shall be rooted out of his dwelling place in which he trusted, and he shall be brought to the king of terrors [death].

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 He shall be rooted out of his tent wherein he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

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Common English Bible

14 They are snatched from the safety of their tent; it parades them before the king of terrors.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 Let his confidence be torn away from his tabernacle, and let ruin trample over him like a king.

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Job 18:14
16 Tagairtí Cros  

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.


A dreadful sound is in his ears: in prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.


The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him.


It is drawn, and cometh out of the body; yea, the glittering sword cometh out of his gall: terrors are upon him.


For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.


He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.


He beholdeth all high things: he is a king over all the children of pride.


whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.


They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.


The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away: the desire of the wicked shall perish.


My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.


The hope of the righteous shall be gladness: but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.


The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.


and deliver them, who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage.


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