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1 {S} Then Job answered and said:
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2 I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
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3 Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
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4 I also could speak as ye do; {N}
if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, {N}
and shake my head at you.
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5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
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6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
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7 But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
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8 And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
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9 He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
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10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
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11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
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12 I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; {N}
He hath also set me up for His mark.
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13 His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; {N}
He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
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14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
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15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
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16 My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
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18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
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19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
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20 Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
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21 That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
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22 For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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