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Job 19:20 - Revised Standard Version

20 My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin or gums of my teeth.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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Common English Bible

20 My bones cling to my skin and flesh; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.

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Job 19:20
15 Tagairtí Cros  

And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness has risen up against me, it testifies to my face.


My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.


My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.


For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.


Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.


I am like a vulture of the wilderness, like an owl of the waste places;


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thy indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.


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


Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood.


Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.


‘Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off against you; nevertheless know this, that the kingdom of God has come near.’


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