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Job 27:16 - Tree of Life Version

16 Though he piles up silver like dust, and clothing like heaps of mortar,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up clothing like clay,

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

American Standard Version (1901)

16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay;

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Common English Bible

16 If they store up silver like dust, amass clothing like clay,

Féach an chaibidil Cóip

Catholic Public Domain Version

16 If he will amass silver as if it were dirt and fabricate garments as if they were clay,

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Job 27:16
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Also the king made silver as common as stones in Jerusalem, and cedars as plentiful as sycamore trees in the foothills.


That same day King Ahasuerus gave Queen Esther the estate of Haman, the enemy of the Jews. Then Mordecai came into the presence of the king, for Esther had revealed how he was related to her.


He will not become rich, and his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread over the land.


His children must recompense the poor; his own hands must give back his wealth.


and throw your gold in the dust, and the gold of Ophir to the rocks in the wadis,


Those who survive him will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep.


what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and the upright will divide the silver.


with princes who had gold, who filled their houses with silver.


A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children, but a sinner’s wealth is stored up for the righteous.


For to the one who pleases Him, He gives wisdom, knowledge and joy, but to the sinner He gives the task of gathering and accumulating wealth to give it to one who pleases God. This also is only vapor and striving after the wind.


Will not all take up a proverb against him or a scornful riddle about him? “Oy to one expanding what isn’t his! How long? Oy to one burdening himself with heavy debts!”


Howl, inhabitants of Maktesh! For all the people of Canaan are destroyed. All who weigh out silver are cut off.


Tyre built herself a fortress and heaped up silver like dust and fine gold like dirt in the streets.


“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal.


Your riches have rotted and your clothes have become moth-eaten.


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