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Job 17:14 - New Revised Standard Version

14 if I say to the Pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 If I say to the grave and corruption, You are my father, and to the worm [that feeds on decay], You are my mother and my sister [because I will soon be closest to you],

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;

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Common English Bible

14 I’ve called corruption “my father,” the worm, “my mother and sister.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 I have said to decay and to worms: "You are my father, my mother, and my sister."

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 If I have said to rottenness: Thou art my father: to worms, My mother and my sister.

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Job 17:14
15 Tagairtí Cros  

One wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.


and after my skin has been thus destroyed, then in my flesh I shall see God,


They lie down alike in the dust, and the worms cover them.


The womb forgets them; the worm finds them sweet; they are no longer remembered; so wickedness is broken like a tree.


how much less a mortal, who is a maggot, and a human being, who is a worm!”


My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.


My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.


For you do not give me up to Sheol, or let your faithful one see the Pit.


that one should live on forever and never see the grave.


Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, and the sound of your harps; maggots are the bed beneath you, and worms are your covering.


So it is with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable, what is raised is imperishable.


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