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Job 16:13 - Tree of Life Version

13 His archers surround me. Without mercy He pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 [Satan's] arrows whiz around me. He slashes open my vitals and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

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Common English Bible

13 His archers surround me; he cuts my kidneys open without pity and doesn’t care, pours my gall on the ground,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has place me before him as a sign.

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Job 16:13
16 Tagairtí Cros  

The archers were bitter and shot arrows and were hostile towards him.


His troops advance together; they build a siege ramp against me and encamp around my tent.


I myself will see Him with my own eyes, I and not a stranger. My heart grows weak within me.


He pulls and it comes out of his back, the gleaming point out of his liver. Terrors come upon him!


Can His armies be counted? On whom does His light not rise?


Then I would still be comforted, even rejoice in spite of unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.


For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.


My eyes are filled with tears. My stomach is in torment. My heart is poured out on the ground over the destruction of the daughter of my people— as young children and infants languish in the city squares.


He bent His bow like an enemy, set His right hand like a foe, and killed all those pleasant to the eye. In the tent of the daughter of Zion He has poured out His wrath like fire.


He turned aside my paths and tore me to pieces. He has made me desolate.


He shot into my kidneys arrows from His quiver.


“Therefore, as I live, says Adonai Elohim, surely, because you have defiled My Sanctuary with all your detestable things and with all your abominations, therefore I will shave you off. My eye will not spare, and I will have no pity.


He who did not spare His own Son but gave Him up for us all, how shall He not also with Him freely give us all things?


Adonai will single him out from all the tribes of Israel for ­calamity, according to all the oaths of the covenant written in this scroll of the Torah.


He did not spare the ancient world. He preserved only Noah, a proclaimer of righteousness, along with seven others, when He brought a flood upon the world of the ungodly.


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