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Job 3:11 - Revised Standard Version

11 “Why did I not die at birth, come forth from the womb and expire?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost When I came out of the belly?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

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Common English Bible

11 Why didn’t I die at birth, come forth from the womb and die?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?

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Job 3:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

because it did not shut the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.


Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should suck?


Let them be like the snail which dissolves into slime, like the untimely birth that never sees the sun.


Upon thee I have leaned from my birth; thou art he who took me from my mother's womb. My praise is continually of thee.


And I thought the dead who are already dead more fortunate than the living who are still alive;


but better than both is he who has not yet been, and has not seen the evil deeds that are done under the sun.


If a man begets a hundred children, and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but he does not enjoy life's good things, and also has no burial, I say that an untimely birth is better off than he.


moreover it has not seen the sun or known anything; yet it finds rest rather than he.


“Hearken to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from your birth, carried from the womb;


Woe is me, my mother, that you bore me, a man of strife and contention to the whole land! I have not lent, nor have I borrowed, yet all of them curse me.


because he did not kill me in the womb; so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb for ever great.


Give them, O Lord— what wilt thou give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.


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