Job 13:25-28
Job 13:25-28 New International Version (NIV)
Will you torment a windblown leaf? Will you chase after dry chaff? For you write down bitter things against me and make me reap the sins of my youth. You fasten my feet in shackles; you keep close watch on all my paths by putting marks on the soles of my feet. “So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.
Job 13:25-28 New King James Version (NKJV)
Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble? For You write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth. You put my feet in the stocks, And watch closely all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet. “Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 13:20-28 The Message (MSG)
“Please, God, I have two requests; grant them so I’ll know I count with you: First, lay off the afflictions; the terror is too much for me. Second, address me directly so I can answer you, or let me speak and then you answer me. How many sins have been charged against me? Show me the list—how bad is it? Why do you stay hidden and silent? Why treat me like I’m your enemy? Why kick me around like an old tin can? Why beat a dead horse? You compile a long list of mean things about me, even hold me accountable for the sins of my youth. You hobble me so I can’t move about. You watch every move I make, and brand me as a dangerous character. “Like something rotten, human life fast decomposes, like a moth-eaten shirt or a mildewed blouse.”
Job 13:25-28 King James Version (KJV)
Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth. Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And lookest narrowly unto all my paths; Thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet. And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, As a garment that is moth eaten.
Job 13:25-28 New American Standard Bible - NASB 1995 (NASB1995)
Will You cause a driven leaf to tremble? Or will You pursue the dry chaff? For You write bitter things against me And make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth. You put my feet in the stocks And watch all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet, While I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 13:25-28 New Century Version (NCV)
Don’t punish a leaf that is blown by the wind; don’t chase after straw. You write down cruel things against me and make me suffer for my boyhood sins. You put my feet in chains and keep close watch wherever I go. You even mark the soles of my feet. “Everyone wears out like something rotten, like clothing eaten by moths.
Job 13:25-28 American Standard Version (ASV)
Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth: Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet: Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 13:25-28 Amplified Bible (AMP)
“Will You cause a windblown leaf to tremble? Will You pursue the chaff of the dry stubble? “For You write bitter things against me [in Your indictment] And make me inherit and suffer for the iniquities of my youth. “You also put my feet in the stocks [as punishment] And [critically] observe all my paths; You set a circle and limit around the soles of my feet [which I must not overstep], While I waste away like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Job 13:25-28 New Living Translation (NLT)
Would you terrify a leaf blown by the wind? Would you chase dry straw? “You write bitter accusations against me and bring up all the sins of my youth. You put my feet in stocks. You examine all my paths. You trace all my footprints. I waste away like rotting wood, like a moth-eaten coat.
Job 13:25-28 English Standard Version 2016 (ESV)
Will you frighten a driven leaf and pursue dry chaff? For you write bitter things against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth. You put my feet in the stocks and watch all my paths; you set a limit for the soles of my feet. Man wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.