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Job 30:30 - Revised Version 1885

30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

30 My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

30 My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, and my bones are burned with heat.

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American Standard Version (1901)

30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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Common English Bible

30 My skin is charred; my bones are scorched by the heat.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

30 My skin has become blackened over me, and my bones have dried up because of the heat.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

30 My skin is become black upon me: and my bones are dried up with heat.

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Job 30:30
11 Tagairtí Cros  

If I have said to corruption, Thou art my father; To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;


So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.


In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.


For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.


My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.


For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.


From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back; he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.


My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.


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.


Our skin is black like an oven because of the burning heat of famine.


I heard, and my belly trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in my place: That I should rest in the day of trouble, When it cometh up against the people which invadeth him in troops.


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