Job 30:12

Translation Comparison (18 available)

Original Language Text
hebrew
עַל יָמִין֮ פִּרְחַ֪ח יָ֫ק֥וּמוּ רַגְלַ֥/י שִׁלֵּ֑חוּ וַ/יָּסֹ֥לּוּ עָ֝לַ֗/י אָרְח֥וֹת אֵידָֽ/ם
English Translation
On the right, flower blossoms will arise, their feet will be sent forth, and they will ascend along the paths of their dread.

Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:

At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;

At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.

Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

They come in through a wide breach; they rush in as the wall comes tumbling down.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

The youth rise vp at my right hand: they haue pusht my feete, and haue trode on me as on the paths of their destruction.

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

A brood arises on the right hand, || They have cast away my feet, || And they raise up against me, || Their paths of calamity.

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

These outcasts oppose me to my face.<br>They send me sprawling<br>and lay traps in my path.<br>

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet. They cast their ways of destruction up against me.

On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.