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Job 16:20 - Revised Standard Version

20 My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 My friends scorn me, but my eye pours out tears to God.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

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Common English Bible

20 my go-between, my friend. While my eyes drip tears to God,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 For, behold, my witness is in heaven: and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.

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Job 16:20
15 Tagairtí Cros  

“Remember now, O Lord, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in faithfulness and with a whole heart, and have done what is good in thy sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly.


My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is deep darkness;


that he would maintain the right of a man with God, like that of a man with his neighbor.


I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.


Surely now God has worn me out; he has made desolate all my company.


Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.


My eye has grown dim from grief, and all my members are like a shadow.


“He has put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.


Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his seat!


In return for my love they accuse me, even as I make prayer for them.


I pour out my complaint before him, I tell my trouble before him.


In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard for his godly fear.


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