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Then Job answered and said, |
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I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all. |
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Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest? |
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I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you. |
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`But' I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage `your grief'. |
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Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased? |
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But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company. |
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And thou hast laid fast hold on me, `which' is a witness `against me': And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face. |
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He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me. |
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They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me. |
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God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked. |
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I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark. |
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His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground. |
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He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant. |
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I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust. |
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My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
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Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure. |
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O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no `resting' -place. |
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Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high. |
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My friends scoff at me: `But' mine eye poureth out tears unto God, |
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That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor! |
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For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return. |