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Job 25:3 - Revised Standard Version

3 Is there any number to his armies? Upon whom does his light not arise?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

3 Is there any number of his armies? And upon whom doth not his light arise?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

3 Is there any number to His armies? And upon whom does not His light arise?

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American Standard Version (1901)

3 Is there any number of his armies? And upon whom doth not his light arise?

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Common English Bible

3 Can his troops be counted? On whom does his light not rise?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

3 Is there any limit to the number of his soldiers or to the number of those over whom his light rises?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

3 Is there any numbering of his soldiers? And upon whom shall not his light arise?

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Job 25:3
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his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys, and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.


How then can man be righteous before God? How can he who is born of woman be clean?


Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these? He who brings out their host by number, calling them all by name; by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power not one is missing.


A stream of fire issued and came forth from before him; a thousand thousands served him, and ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him; the court sat in judgment, and the books were opened.


Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels?


so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.


In him was life, and the life was the light of men.


The true light that enlightens every man was coming into the world.


Every good endowment and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.


Then I looked, and I heard around the throne and the living creatures and the elders the voice of many angels, numbering myriads of myriads and thousands of thousands,


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