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Job 8:17 - Revised Version 1885

17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 His roots are wrapped about the heap, And seeth the place of stones.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 [Godless] his roots are wrapped about the [stone] heap, and see their way [promisingly] among the rocks.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 His roots are wrapped about the stone-heap, He beholdeth the place of stones.

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Common English Bible

17 Its roots are entwined over a pile of rocks, for it sees a home among stones.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 His roots will crowd together over a heap of stones, and among the stones he will remain.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 His roots shall be thick upon a heap of stones: and among the stones he shall abide.

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Job 8:17
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His roots shall be dried up beneath, And above shall his branch be cut off.


My root is spread out to the waters, And the dew lieth all night upon my branch:


He is green before the sun, And his shoots go forth over his garden.


If he be destroyed from his place, Then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee.


Yea, they have not been planted; yea, they have not been sown; yea, their stock hath not taken root in the earth: moreover he bloweth upon them, and they wither, and the whirlwind taketh them away as stubble.


Therefore as the tongue of fire devoureth the stubble, and as the dry grass sinketh down in the flame, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom shall go up as dust: because they have rejected the law of the LORD of hosts, and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel.


And as they passed by in the morning, they saw the fig tree withered away from the roots.


These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;


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