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Job 8:9 - Tree of Life Version

9 for we were born yesterday and know nothing, and our days on earth are but a shadow.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow:)

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

9 For we are but of yesterday and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow.

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American Standard Version (1901)

9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow);

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Common English Bible

9 for we are only recently here and don’t know because our days on earth are a shadow.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

9 (of course, we are but of yesterday and are ignorant that our days on earth are like a shadow,)

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Job 8:9
14 Tagairtí Cros  

Jacob said to Pharaoh, “The days of the years of my sojourn are 130 years. Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life. Moreover, the days of the years of my life have not attained the days of the years of the lives of my fathers, in the days of their sojourn.”


For we are sojourners before You, mere transients like our fathers. Our days on the earth are like a shadow, without security.


Then King Rehoboam consulted with the elders who had served his father Solomon while he was alive, saying, “How do you advise me to answer this people?”


“A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.


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


I thought, ‘Let days speak, and many years teach wisdom.’


My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle and come to an end without hope.


Will they not teach you and tell you? Will they not bring forth words from their hearts?


because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.


My days are like a lengthening shadow, and I wither away like grass.


Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.


“Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.


They know nothing; they understand nothing— they walk about in darkness. All of earth’s foundations are shaken.


For a thousand years in Your sight are like a day just passing by, or like a watch in the night.


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