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Job 2:13 - Tree of Life Version

13 Then they sat with him on the ground for seven days and seven nights. No one spoke a word to him because they saw that his pain was very great.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

13 So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

13 So they sat down with [Job] on the ground for seven days and seven nights, and none spoke a word to him, for they saw that his grief and pain were very great.

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American Standard Version (1901)

13 So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.

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Common English Bible

13 They sat with Job on the ground seven days and seven nights, not speaking a word to him, for they saw that he was in excruciating pain.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

13 And they sat with him on the ground for seven day and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his sorrow was very great.

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Job 2:13
12 Tagairtí Cros  

God called the light “day,” and the darkness He called “night.” So there was evening and there was morning—one day.


God called the expanse “sky.” So there was evening and there was morning—a second day.


When they came to the threshing floor of the bramble on the other side of the Jordan, they mourned there—a very great and solemn lamentation. He observed seven days of mourning for his father.


When I heard this report, I tore my garment and my robe, and pulled out some of the hair from my head and from my beard. Then I sat down devastated.


Upon hearing these words I sat down and wept and mourned for days. I prayed and fasted before the God of heaven.


After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed his day.


“If one attempts a word with you, will you become impatient? But who can keep from speaking?


I remember God and I moan. I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah


Her gates will lament and mourn. Desolate, she will sit on the ground.


Come down and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans. For you will no more be called tender and delicate.


The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground in silence. They threw dust on their heads and girded themselves with sackcloth. The maidens of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.


I came to the exiles at Tel-Abib who lived by the river Chebar. I sat where they were dwelling. I sat there overwhelmed among them for seven days.


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