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Job 30:15 - English Standard Version 2016

15 Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.

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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
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And were my head lifted up, you would hunt me like a lion and again work wonders against me.


For the thing that I fear comes upon me, and what I dread befalls me.


As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.


For I was in terror of calamity from God, and I could not have faced his majesty.


For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.


then you scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions,


As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;


because of the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they drop trouble upon me, and in anger they bear a grudge against me.


Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.


Your wrath has swept over me; your dreadful assaults destroy me.


I have blotted out your transgressions like a cloud and your sins like mist; return to me, for I have redeemed you.


Therefore they shall be like the morning mist or like the dew that goes early away, like the chaff that swirls from the threshing floor or like smoke from a window.


What shall I do with you, O Ephraim? What shall I do with you, O Judah? Your love is like a morning cloud, like the dew that goes early away.


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