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Job 30:15 - Tree of Life Version

15 Terrors are turned on me; they chase away my honor like the wind, and like a cloud my deliverance vanishes.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

15 Terrors are turned upon me: They pursue my soul as the wind: And my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor and reputation they chase away like the wind, and my welfare has passed away as a cloud.

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American Standard Version (1901)

15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

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Common English Bible

15 Terrors crash upon me; they sweep away my honor like wind; my safety disappears like a cloud.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

15 I have been reduced to nothing. You have taken away my desire like a wind, and my health has passed by like a cloud.

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Job 30:15
15 Tagairtí Cros  

If my head is held high, You hunt me like a lion, and again work wonders against me.


For the thing I dreaded has come upon me, and what I feared has happened to me.


As through a wide breach they come; amid the ruins they come rolling in.


For calamity from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty, I could do nothing.


For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.


then You frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions,


As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one descending into Sheol does not come up;


Listen to me and answer me. I am restless in my complaint and moan—


Adonai, why do You spurn me? Why do You hide Your face from me?


From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death. I suffer Your terrors—I am desperate!


I have blotted out your transgressions like a thick cloud and your sins like a mist. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.”


Therefore they will be like morning clouds, like dew passing away early, like chaff blown from the threshing-floor, or like smoke from a chimney.


“O Ephraim, what shall I do for you? O Judah, what will I do for you? For your loyalty is like a morning cloud or like dew rising early, vanishing.


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