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Job 2:8 - Tree of Life Version

8 He took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he was sitting among the ashes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

8 And he took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself, and he sat [down] among the ashes.

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American Standard Version (1901)

8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself therewith; and he sat among the ashes.

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Common English Bible

8 Job took a piece of broken pottery to scratch himself and sat down on a mound of ashes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

8 So he took a shard of earthenware and scraped the discharge, while sitting on a heap of refuse.

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Job 2:8
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Tamar put ashes on her head and rent her long-sleeved garment that was on her. She laid her hand on her head and was crying aloud as she went away.


When Mordecai learned all that was done, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and ashes, and went out into the middle of the city crying out in a loud and bitter voice.


In each and every province where the king’s edict and law came, there was great mourning among the Jews, with fasting, weeping and wailing. Many put on sackcloth and ashes.


Then his wife said to him, “Are you still holding firmly to your integrity? Curse God and die!”


Therefore I despise myself, and repent on dust and ashes.”


For my iniquities are on my head— like a burden too heavy for me.


I am bent over, bowed down greatly. All day I walk about in mourning.


to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of Adonai, that He may be glorified.


“Daughter of My people, put on sackcloth and roll in ashes. Mourn as for an only son with bitter lamentation.” “For suddenly the destroyer will come on us!”


They will raise their voices over you and cry bitterly. They will throw up dust on their heads. They will roll themselves in ashes.


When the word reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, took off his robe, covered himself in sackcloth, and sat in the ashes.


“Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have turned long ago in sackcloth and ashes.


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