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Job 24:24 - Tree of Life Version

24 They are exalted for a little while and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others, they are like heads of grain they wither.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

24 They are exalted for a little while, but are gone And brought low; they are taken out of the way as all other, And cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 They are exalted for a little while, and then are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all others are and are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

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American Standard Version (1901)

24 They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone; Yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

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Common English Bible

24 They are exalted for a short time, but no longer. They are humbled then gathered in like everyone else; cut off like heads of grain.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 They are lifted up for a little while, but they will not continue, and they will be brought low, just like all things, and they will be taken away, and, like the tops of the ears of grain, they will be crushed.

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Job 24:24
13 Tagairtí Cros  

If his sons achieve honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he does not perceive it.


that the triumph of the wicked is short and the joy of the godless is but for a moment?


They spend their days in prosperity, and in a moment go down to Sheol.


The soil in the valley is sweet to him; everyone follows after him, and countless are those before him.


Those who hate you will be clothed with shame. The tent of the wicked will be no more!”


Yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, you will look at his place, but he will not be there.


How suddenly they became a ruin— terminated, consumed by terrors.


A brutish man does not know, nor does a fool understand.


For the sun arises with a scorching heat and withers the grass, and its flower falls off and the beauty of its appearance is destroyed. So also the rich man in the midst of his pursuits will wither away.


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