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Job 4:20 - Revised Standard Version

20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed; they perish for ever without any regarding it.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 They are destroyed from morning to evening: They perish for ever without any regarding it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed; without anyone noticing it they perish forever.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.

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Common English Bible

20 They are smashed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone knowing.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 From morning all the way to evening, they will be cut down, and because no one understands, they will be destroyed without ceasing.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 From morning till evening they shall be cut down: and because no one understandeth, they shall perish for ever.

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Job 4:20
14 Tagairtí Cros  

They were broken in pieces, nation against nation and city against city, for God troubled them with every sort of distress.


He was thirty-two years old when he began to reign, and he reigned eight years in Jerusalem; and he departed with no one's regret. They buried him in the city of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.


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


He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he flees like a shadow, and continues not.


Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passes; thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.


For when a few years have come I shall go the way whence I shall not return.


His memory perishes from the earth, and he has no name in the street.


he will perish for ever like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’


Again I passed by, and lo, he was no more; though I sought him, he could not be found.


Look away from me, that I may know gladness, before I depart and be no more!”


that, though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction for ever,


The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.


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