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Job 36:32 - New Revised Standard Version

32 He covers his hands with the lightning, and commands it to strike the mark.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

32 With clouds he covereth the light; And commandeth it not to shine by the cloud that cometh betwixt.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

32 He covers His hands with the lightning and commands it to strike the mark.

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American Standard Version (1901)

32 He covereth his hands with the lightning, And giveth it a charge that it strike the mark.

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Common English Bible

32 He conceals lightning in his palms and orders it to its target.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

32 Within his hands, he hides the light, and he commands it to come forth again.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

32 In his hands he hideth the light, and commandeth it to come again.

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Job 36:32
12 Tagairtí Cros  

He covers the face of the full moon, and spreads over it his cloud.


He loads the thick cloud with moisture; the clouds scatter his lightning.


They turn round and round by his guidance, to accomplish all that he commands them on the face of the habitable world.


Do you know how God lays his command upon them, and causes the lightning of his cloud to shine?


Can you send forth lightnings, so that they may go and say to you, ‘Here we are’?


He it is who makes the clouds rise at the end of the earth; he makes lightnings for the rain and brings out the wind from his storehouses.


fire and hail, snow and frost, stormy wind fulfilling his command!


He made darkness his covering around him, his canopy thick clouds dark with water.


Then the channels of the sea were seen, and the foundations of the world were laid bare at your rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of your nostrils.


When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days, and no small tempest raged, all hope of our being saved was at last abandoned.


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