I own three Bibles. The first one I got, over thirty years ago, was a softcover King James Bible from Thomas Nelson Publishers. I got it because I’d read that it was “one of the glories of the English language,” and being more mindful at that time of my intellect than my soul, I thought it prudent to keep a copy on hand for reference.
A few years later I read that the KJV contained several serious errors in translation and that the Revised Standard Version was more trustworthy, so I got a copy of that. I’ve browsed in it more often and more carefully than in the KJV.
In the last few years I have been pondering the truth of Christianity and particularly of Catholicism, so I thought I should keep a Catholic Bible too. I picked up a fat little copy of the Douay-Rheims Version by the Catholic Truth Society at a thrift store. It has very small print and is rather the worse for wear, but it seems somehow indecent to discard it in favour of a fresher, more readable copy. It’s my first Catholic Bible, after all.
At one time I also owned a hefty volume that contained four translations of Scripture, but during one of my occasional purges of my library I decided it was too pretentious of me to keep it, so out it went.