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Job 30:15 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 Terrors are turned upon me: They pursue my soul as the wind: And my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor and reputation they chase away like the wind, and my welfare has passed away as a cloud.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

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Common English Bible

15 Terrors crash upon me; they sweep away my honor like wind; my safety disappears like a cloud.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by like a cloud.

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Job 30:15
15 Tagairtí Cros  

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


For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.


They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.


For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.


For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.


then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:


As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.


because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.


I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.


Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.


I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins: return unto me; for I have redeemed thee.


Therefore they shall be as the morning cloud, and as the early dew that passeth away, as the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of the chimney.


O E´phra-im, what shall I do unto thee? O Judah, what shall I do unto thee? for your goodness is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew it goeth away.


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