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Job 16:12 - Revised Standard Version

12 I was at ease, and he broke me asunder; he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces; he set me up as his target,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: He hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, And set me up for his mark.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

12 I was living at ease, but [Satan] crushed me and broke me apart; yes, he seized me by the neck and dashed me in pieces; then he set me up for his target.

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American Standard Version (1901)

12 I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

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Common English Bible

12 I was at rest, but he shattered me, seized me by the back of my neck, dashed me into pieces; he raised me up for his target.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

12 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

12 God hath shut me up with the unjust man: and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.

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Job 16:12
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running stubbornly against him with a thick-bossed shield;


God gives me up to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.


God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me;


when his lamp shone upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;


I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest; but trouble comes.”


The roar of the lion, the voice of the fierce lion, the teeth of the young lions, are broken.


For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.


Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that thou settest a guard over me?


If I sin, what do I do to thee, thou watcher of men? Why hast thou made me thy mark? Why have I become a burden to thee?


For he crushes me with a tempest, and multiplies my wounds without cause;


that thou shouldst have broken us in the place of jackals, and covered us with deep darkness.


surely against me he turns his hand again and again the whole day long.


He has made my flesh and my skin waste away, and broken my bones;


when they grasped you with the hand, you broke, and tore all their shoulders; and when they leaned upon you, you broke, and made all their loins to shake;


who risked their necks for my life, to whom not only I but also all the churches of the Gentiles give thanks;


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