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Job 16:8 - New Revised Standard Version

8 And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me; my leanness has risen up against me, and it testifies to my face.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: And my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 You have laid firm hold on me and have shriveled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness [and wretched state of body] are further evidence [against me]; [they] testify to my face.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me: And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

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Common English Bible

8 seized me, which became grounds for an accusation. My leanness rises to bear witness against me.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me: and all my limbs are brought to nothing.

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Job 16:8
10 Tagairtí Cros  

You renew your witnesses against me, and increase your vexation toward me; you bring fresh troops against me.


My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.


My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


Their flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen; and their bones, once invisible, now stick out.


he gave them what they asked, but sent a wasting disease among them.


My knees are weak through fasting; my body has become gaunt.


Therefore the Sovereign, the Lord of hosts, will send wasting sickness among his stout warriors, and under his glory a burning will be kindled, like the burning of fire.


From the ends of the earth we hear songs of praise, of glory to the Righteous One. But I say, I pine away, I pine away. Woe is me! For the treacherous deal treacherously, the treacherous deal very treacherously.


so as to present the church to himself in splendor, without a spot or wrinkle or anything of the kind—yes, so that she may be holy and without blemish.


I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty; why call me Naomi when the Lord has dealt harshly with me, and the Almighty has brought calamity upon me?”


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