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Job 8:17 - New Revised Standard Version

17 Their roots twine around the stoneheap; they live among the rocks.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, And seeth the place of stones.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 [Godless] his roots are wrapped about the [stone] heap, and see their way [promisingly] among the rocks.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 His roots are wrapped about the stone-heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.

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Common English Bible

17 Its roots are entwined over a pile of rocks, for it sees a home among stones.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 His roots will crowd together over a heap of stones, and among the stones he will remain.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 His roots shall be thick upon a heap of stones: and among the stones he shall abide.

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Job 8:17
9 Tagairtí Cros  

Their roots dry up beneath, and their branches wither above.


my roots spread out to the waters, with the dew all night on my branches;


The wicked thrive before the sun, and their shoots spread over the garden.


If they are destroyed from their place, then it will deny them, saying, ‘I have never seen you.’


Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows upon them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.


Therefore, as the tongue of fire devours the stubble, and as dry grass sinks down in the flame, so their root will become rotten, and their blossom go up like dust; for they have rejected the instruction of the Lord of hosts, and have despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.


In the morning as they passed by, they saw the fig tree withered away to its roots.


These are blemishes on your love-feasts, while they feast with you without fear, feeding themselves. They are waterless clouds carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, uprooted;


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