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Job 3:11 - Tree of Life Version

11 Why did I not die at birth and expire as I exited the womb?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost When I came out of the belly?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 Why was I not stillborn? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bore me?

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 Why died I not from the womb? Why did I not give up the ghost when my mother bare me?

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Common English Bible

11 Why didn’t I die at birth, come forth from the womb and die?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Having left the womb, why did I not immediately perish?

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Job 3:11
15 Tagairtí Cros  

For it did not shut the doors of the womb on me, nor did it hide trouble from my eyes.


Why did the knees welcome me, and breasts that I might nurse?


Let them flow away like water that runs off. When he bends his bow, let the arrows be cut off.


From my birth I have leaned on You. You took me out of my mother’s womb. My praise is always about You.


So I considered the dead, who are already dead, more fortunate than the living, who are still alive.


Yet better than both is one who has not yet been, who has never seen the evil work that is done under the sun.


Even if a man should father a hundred children and live many years, however many the days of his years may be, yet his soul is never satisfied with his prosperity and he does not have a proper burial, then I say that it is better for the stillborn than him.


though it has never seen or experienced the sun, it has more rest than the other.


“Listen to Me, house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, borne by Me from birth, carried from the womb.


Oy to me, my mother, that you gave birth to me— a man of strife and conflict to all the land! I did not lend or borrow, yet everyone curses me.


since he did not kill me in the womb, so my mother might have been my grave—her womb filled forever.


Give them, Adonai, what will You give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dried up breasts.


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