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Job 21:25 - New Revised Standard Version

25 Another dies in bitterness of soul, never having tasted of good.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

25 And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, And never eateth with pleasure.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

25 Whereas another man dies in bitterness of soul and never tastes of pleasure or good fortune.

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American Standard Version (1901)

25 And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.

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Common English Bible

25 Another dies in bitter spirit, never having tasted the good things.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

25 In truth, another dies in bitterness of soul, without any resources.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

25 But another dieth in bitterness of soul without any riches.

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Job 21:25
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Hushai continued, “You know that your father and his men are warriors, and that they are enraged, like a bear robbed of her cubs in the field. Besides, your father is expert in war; he will not spend the night with the troops.


But she said, “As the Lord your God lives, I have nothing baked, only a handful of meal in a jar, and a little oil in a jug; I am now gathering a couple of sticks, so that I may go home and prepare it for myself and my son, that we may eat it, and die.”


“I loathe my life; I will give free utterance to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.


To fill their belly to the full God will send his fierce anger into them, and rain it upon them as their food.


his loins full of milk and the marrow of his bones moist.


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


“Why is light given to one in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,


“Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


he will not let me get my breath, but fills me with bitterness.


The heart knows its own bitterness, and no stranger shares its joy.


those to whom God gives wealth, possessions, and honor, so that they lack nothing of all that they desire, yet God does not enable them to enjoy these things, but a stranger enjoys them. This is vanity; it is a grievous ill.


Mortal, eat your bread with quaking, and drink your water with trembling and with fearfulness;


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