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Job 8:12

Job 8:12 is verse 12 of Job chapter 8, shown here in the Berean Standard Bible.

Berean Standard Bible

While the shoots are still uncut, they dry up quicker than grass.

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King James Version

Whilst it is yet in his greenness, and not cut down, it withereth before any other herb.

World English Bible

While it is yet in its greenness, not cut down, it withers before any other reed.

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Job 8:10–14 · Berean Standard Bible

10 Will they not teach you and tell you, and speak from their understanding?

11 Does papyrus grow where there is no marsh? Do reeds flourish without water?

12 While the shoots are still uncut, they dry up quicker than grass.

13 Such is the destiny of all who forget God; so the hope of the godless will perish.

14 His confidence is fragile; his security is in a spider’s web.

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Cross-references

The Treasury of Scripture Knowledge lists these related verses. Scripture text comes from the Berean Standard Bible.

Psalms 129:6

May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

Psalms 129:7

unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

Jeremiah 17:6

He will be like a shrub in the desert; he will not see when prosperity comes. He will dwell in the parched places of the desert, in a salt land where no one lives.

Matthew 13:20

The seed sown on rocky ground is the one who hears the word and at once receives it with joy.

James 1:10

But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.

James 1:11

For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its flower falls and its beauty is lost. So too, the rich man will fade away in the midst of his pursuits.

1 Peter 1:24

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,

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