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Job 39:24 - Revised Version 1885

24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 [He seems in running to] devour the ground with fierceness and rage; neither can he stand still at the sound of the [war] trumpet.

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American Standard Version (1901)

24 He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.

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Common English Bible

24 Excitedly, trembling, he swallows the ground; can’t stand still at a trumpet’s blast.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 Seething and raging, he drinks up the earth; neither does he pause when the blast of the trumpet sounds.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

24 Chasing and raging he swalloweth the ground: neither doth he make account when the noise of the trumpet soundeth.

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Job 39:24
10 Tagairtí Cros  

If I laughed on them, they believed it not; And the light of my countenance they cast not down.


Shall it be told him that I would speak? Or should a man wish that he were swallowed up?


The quiver rattleth against him, The flashing spear and the javelin.


As oft as the trumpet soundeth he saith, Aha! And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting


If I had called, and he had answered me; Yet would I not believe that he hearkened unto my voice.


My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.


I hearkened and heard, but they spake not aright: no man repenteth him of his wickedness, saying, What have I done? every one turneth to his course, as a horse that rusheth headlong in the battle.


Shall the trumpet be blown in a city, and the people not be afraid? shalt evil befall a city, and the LORD hath not done it?


And while they still disbelieved for joy, and wondered, he said unto them, Have ye here anything to eat?


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