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Job 3:11 - English Standard Version 2016

11 “Why did I not die at birth, come out from the womb and expire?

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 Why did I not die in the womb? Why did I not perish when I came out of the belly?

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Job 3:11
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because it did not shut the doors of my mother’s womb, nor hide trouble from my eyes.


Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse?


Let them be like the snail that dissolves into slime, like the stillborn child who never sees the sun.


Upon you I have leaned from before my birth; you are he who took me from my mother’s womb. My praise is continually of you.


And I thought the dead who are already dead more fortunate than the living who are still alive.


But better than both is he who has not yet been and has not seen the evil deeds that are done under the sun.


If a man fathers a hundred children and lives many years, so that the days of his years are many, but his soul is not satisfied with life’s good things, and he also has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he.


Moreover, it has not seen the sun or known anything, yet it finds rest rather than he.


“Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from before your birth, carried from the womb;


Woe is me, my mother, that you bore me, a man of strife and contention to the whole land! I have not lent, nor have I borrowed, yet all of them curse me.


because he did not kill me in the womb; so my mother would have been my grave, and her womb forever great.


Give them, O Lord— what will you give? Give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.


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