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Job 14:20 - Revised Version 1885

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 You prevail forever against him, and he passes on; You change his appearance [in death] and send him away [from the presence of the living].

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American Standard Version (1901)

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

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Common English Bible

20 You overpower them relentlessly, and they die; you change their appearance and send them away.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 You have strengthened him for a little while, so that he may cross over into eternity. You will change his face and send him forth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 Thou hast strengthened him for a little while, that he may pass away for ever: thou shalt change his face, and shalt send him away.

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Job 14:20
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If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.


And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.


Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They which have seen him shall say, Where is he?


For now should I have lain down and been quiet; I should have slept; then had I been at rest:


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


There is no man that hath power over the spirit to retain the spirit; neither hath he power over the day of death; and there is no discharge in that war: neither shall wickedness deliver him that is given to it.


Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.


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