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Job 4:20 - Tree of Life Version

20 From morning until evening they are beaten into pieces— unnoticed, they perish forever.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

20 They are destroyed from morning to evening: They perish for ever without any regarding it.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed; without anyone noticing it they perish forever.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.

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Common English Bible

20 They are smashed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone knowing.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 From morning all the way to evening, they will be cut down, and because no one understands, they will be destroyed without ceasing.

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Job 4:20
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Nation was crushed by nation and city by city, for God troubled them with every kind of distress.


He was 32 years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem eight years and he passed away, to no one’s regret. He was buried in the city of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.


If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard labor I will wait until my relief comes.


Like a flower he comes up and withers; like a shadow he flees and does not stay.


You overpower him—once for all, and he perishes; You change his appearance and send him away.


“For the number of years will come to pass, and then I will go the way of no return.


His memory perishes from the earth and he has no name in the land.


he perishes forever like his own dung. Those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’


But once he passed by, he was no more. Though I looked for him, he could not be found.


Hear my prayer, Adonai, and listen to my cry— do not keep silent at my tears. For with You I am an outsider, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.


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


The memory of the righteous is a blessing, but the name of the wicked will rot.


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