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Job 25:3 - Revised Version 1885

3 Is there any number of his armies? And upon whom doth not his light 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 compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.


How then can man be just with God? Or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?


Lift up your eyes on high, and see who hath created these, that bringeth out their host by number: he calleth them all by name; by the greatness of his might, and for that he is strong in power, not one is lacking.


A fiery stream issued and came forth from before him: thousand thousands ministered unto him, and ten thousand times ten thousand stood before him: the judgement was set, and the books were opened.


Or thinkest thou that I cannot beseech my Father, and he shall even now send me more than twelve legions of angels?


that ye may be sons of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sendeth rain on the just and the unjust.


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


There was the true light, even the light which lighteth every man, coming into the world.


Every good gift and every perfect boon is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning.


And I saw, and I heard a voice of many angels round about the throne and the living creatures and the elders; and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands;


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