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1 {S} Then Job answered and said:
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2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances altogether!
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3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore are my words broken.
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4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up; the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
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5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
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6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the juice of mallows?
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7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as the sickness of my flesh.
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8 Oh that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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9 Even that it would please God to crush me; that He would let loose His hand, and cut me off!
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10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would exult in pain, though He spare not; {N} for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
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11 What is my strength, that I should wait? and what is mine end, that I should be patient?
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12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
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13 Is it that I have no help in me, and that sound wisdom is driven quite from me?
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14 To him that is ready to faint kindness is due from his friend, even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
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15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that overflow,
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16 Which are black by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow hideth itself;
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17 What time they wax warm, they vanish, when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
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18 The paths of their way do wind, they go up into the waste, and are lost.
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19 The caravans of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them--
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20 They were ashamed because they had hoped; they came thither, and were confounded.
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21 For now ye are become His; ye see a terror, and are afraid.
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22 Did I say: 'Give unto me'? or: 'Offer a present for me of your substance'?
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23 or: 'Deliver me from the adversary's hand'? or: 'Redeem me from the hand of the oppressors'?
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24 Teach me, and I will hold my peace; and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
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25 How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing argue?
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26 Do ye hold words to be an argument, but the speeches of one that is desperate to be wind?
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27 Yea, ye would cast lots upon the fatherless, and dig a pit for your friend.
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28 Now therefore be pleased to look upon me; for surely I shall not lie to your face.
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29 Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
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30 Is there injustice on my tongue? Cannot my taste discern crafty devices?
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