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Job 15:20 - New Revised Standard Version

20 The wicked writhe in pain all their days, through all the years that are laid up for the ruthless.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, And the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 The wicked man suffers with [self-inflicted] torment all his days, through all the years that are numbered and laid up for him, the oppressor.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

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Common English Bible

20 All the days of the wicked are painful; the number of years reserved for the hateful;

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 The impious is arrogant for all his days, and the number of the years of his tyranny is uncertain.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 The wicked man is proud all his days: and the number of the years of his tyranny is uncertain.

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Job 15:20
11 Tagairtí Cros  

Today you have driven me away from the soil, and I shall be hidden from your face; I shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and anyone who meets me may kill me.”


to whom alone the land was given, and no stranger passed among them.


distress and anguish terrify them; they prevail against them, like a king prepared for battle.


“Why are times not kept by the Almighty, and why do those who know him never see his days?


“This is the portion of the wicked with God, and the heritage that oppressors receive from the Almighty:


So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart.


This is an evil in all that happens under the sun, that the same fate comes to everyone. Moreover, the hearts of all are full of evil; madness is in their hearts while they live, and after that they go to the dead.


We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now;


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