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Job 17:13 - Revised Standard Version

13 If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 But if I look to Sheol (the unseen state) as my abode, if I spread my couch in the darkness,

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 If I look for Sheol as my house; If I have spread my couch in the darkness;

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Common English Bible

13 If I hope for the underworld as my dwelling, lay out my bed in darkness,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 If I should wait, the underworld is my house, and in darkness I have spread out my bed.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

13 If I wait hell is my house: and I have made my bed in darkness.

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Job 17:13
13 Tagairtí Cros  

If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my service I would wait, till my release should come.


My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me.


They make night into day; ‘The light,’ they say, ‘is near to the darkness.’


For then I should have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then I should have been at rest,


Yea, I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.


What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?


As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;


If I ascend to heaven, thou art there! If I make my bed in Sheol, thou art there!


Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; yea, wait for the Lord!


they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along and desire fails; because man goes to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets;


he enters into peace; they rest in their beds who walk in their uprightness.


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