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Romans 8:20 - Revised Standard Version

20 for the creation was subjected to futility, not of its own will but by the will of him who subjected it in hope;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him who hath subjected the same in hope,

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 For the creation (nature) was subjected to frailty (to futility, condemned to frustration), not because of some intentional fault on its part, but by the will of Him Who so subjected it–[yet] with the hope [Eccl. 1:2.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 For the creation was subjected to vanity, not of its own will, but by reason of him who subjected it, in hope

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Common English Bible

20 Creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice—it was the choice of the one who subjected it—but in the hope

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 For the creature was made subject to emptiness, not willingly, but for the sake of the One who made it subject, unto hope.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but by reason of him that made it subject, in hope:

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Romans 8:20
14 Tagairtí Cros  

and called his name Noah, saying, “Out of the ground which the Lord has cursed this one shall bring us relief from our work and from the toil of our hands.”


And God said to Noah, “I have determined to make an end of all flesh; for the earth is filled with violence through them; behold, I will destroy them with the earth.


Behold, thou hast made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in thy sight. Surely every man stands as a mere breath! Selah


Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.


They have made it a desolation; desolate, it mourns to me. The whole land is made desolate, but no man lays it to heart.


How long will the land mourn, and the grass of every field wither? For the wickedness of those who dwell in it the beasts and the birds are swept away, because men said, “He will not see our latter end.”


Therefore the land mourns, and all who dwell in it languish, and also the beasts of the field, and the birds of the air; and even the fish of the sea are taken away.


How the beasts groan! The herds of cattle are perplexed because there is no pasture for them; even the flocks of sheep are dismayed.


We know that the whole creation has been groaning in travail together until now;


For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees?


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