Job 10:8,9

Em outras traduções

1. KJV King James Version

   8 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round about; yet thou dost destroy me.*10.8 have…: Heb. took pains about me 9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

2. NIV New International Version

   8 "Your hands shaped me and made me.

   Will you now turn and destroy me?

   9 Remember that you molded me like clay.

   Will you now turn me to dust again?

3. ESV English Standard Version

   8 *Ps. 119:73Your hands fashioned and made me,

   and now you have destroyed me altogether.

   9 Remember that you have made me like *See ch. 4:17clay;

   and will you return me to the *ch. 34:15;Gen. 2:7;3:19;Ps. 146:4;Eccles. 12:7dust?

4. NLT New Living Translation

   8 "‘You formed me with your hands; you made me,

   yet now you completely destroy me.

   9 Remember that you made me from dust—

   will you turn me back to dust so soon?

5. NKJV Nova Versão King James

   8 ‘Your*Job 10:3; Ps. 119:73 hands have made me and fashioned me,

   An intricate unity;

   Yet You would *(Job 9:22)destroy me.

   9 Remember, I pray, *Gen. 2:7; Job 33:6that You have made me like clay.

   And will You turn me into dust again?

6. CSB Christian Standard Bible

   8 "Your hands shaped me and formed me.  * 10:8 Gn 2:7,8,19; Ps 34:15; 94:9; Is 29:16; 43:1,7,21; 44:2,21,24; 45:9,11; 49:5; 64:8; Jr 1:5; 18:6; Zch 12:1

   Will you now turn and destroy me?

   9 Please remember that you formed me like clay.

   Will you now return me to dust?  * 10:9 Gn 2:7; Jb 4:19; 34:15

7. DRA Douay-Rheims American 1899

   8 Thy hands have made me, and fashioned me wholly round about, and dost thou thus cast me down headlong on a sudden? 9 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay, and thou wilt bring me into dust again.

8. MSG The Message

   8-12 "You made me like a handcrafted piece of pottery—

   and now are you going to smash me to pieces?

   Don’t you remember how beautifully you worked my clay?

   Will you reduce me now to a mud pie?

   Oh, that marvel of conception as you stirred together

   semen and ovum—

   What a miracle of skin and bone,

   muscle and brain!

   You gave me life itself, and incredible love.

   You watched and guarded every breath I took.