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Job 19:22 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

22 Why do you, as if you were God, pursue and persecute me? [Acting like wild beasts] why are you not satisfied with my flesh?

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American Standard Version (1901)

22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Common English Bible

22 Why do you pursue me like God does, always hungry for my flesh?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 Why do you pursue me just as God does, and satiate yourselves with my flesh?

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Job 19:22
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for it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou showest thyself marvelous upon me.


Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?


Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?


God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.


But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?


know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.


But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.


Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.


If the men of my tabernacle said not, Oh that we had of his flesh! We cannot be satisfied.


For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.


Add iniquity unto their iniquity: and let them not come into thy righteousness.


but I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.


who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.


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