Job 27:19-20 - બધા સંસ્કરણોની તુલના કરો

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He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, all is gone. Terrors overtake him like a flood; a tempest snatches him away in the night.

He goes to bed rich, but will do so no more; he opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone. Terrors overtake him like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries him off.

The wicked go to bed rich but wake to find that all their wealth is gone. Terror overwhelms them like a flood, and they are blown away in the storms of the night.

He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, it is gone. Terrors overtake him like a flood;  a storm  wind sweeps him away at night.

The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: He openeth his eyes, and he is not. Terrors take hold on him as waters, A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

The rich man will lie down, But not be gathered up; He opens his eyes, And he is no more. Terrors overtake him like a flood; A tempest steals him away in the night.

“I’ll quote your own words back to you: “‘This is how God treats the wicked, this is what evil people can expect from God Almighty: Their children—all of them—will die violent deaths; they’ll never have enough bread to put on the table. They’ll be wiped out by the plague, and none of the widows will shed a tear when they’re gone. Even if they make a lot of money and are resplendent in the latest fashions, It’s the good who will end up wearing the clothes and the decent who will divide up the money. They build elaborate houses that won’t survive a single winter. They go to bed wealthy and wake up poor. Terrors pour in on them like flash floods— a tornado snatches them away in the middle of the night, A cyclone sweeps them up—gone! Not a trace of them left, not even a footprint. Catastrophes relentlessly pursue them; they run this way and that, but there’s no place to hide— Pummeled by the weather, blown to smithereens by the storm.’”

“He lies down rich, but never again; He opens his eyes, and it no longer exists. “Terrors overtake him like a flood; A storm steals him away in the night.

“He lies down rich, but never will again; He opens his eyes, and it is gone. “Terrors overtake him like a [suddenly rising] flood; A windstorm steals him away in the night.

He goes to bed wealthy, but will do so no more. When he opens his eyes, it is all gone. Terrors overwhelm him like a flood; at night a whirlwind carries him off.