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| 1 Then responded Eliphaz the Temanite, and said:– |
Eliphaz the Temanite – The false reasonings of Job's friends many improperly quote as inspired. R1506:1
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| 2 If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure? |
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| 3 Lo! thou hast admonished many, and, slack hands, hast thou been wont to uphold: |
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| 4 Him that was stumbling, have thy words raised up, and, sinking knees, hast thou strengthened. |
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| 5 But, now, it cometh upon thee, and thou despairest, It smiteth even thee, and thou art dismayed. |
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| 6 Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways? |
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| 7 Remember, I pray thee, who, being innocent, hath perished, or when, the upright, have been cut off. |
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| 8 So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same: |
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| 9 By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed: |
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| 10 [Notwithstanding] the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken: |
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| 11 The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered. |
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| 12 But, unto me, something was brought by stealth,–and mine ear caught a whispering of the same: |
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| 13 When there were thoughts, from visions of the night,–When deep sleep falleth upon men, |
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| 14 Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread: |
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| 15 Then, a spirit, over my face, floated along, The hair of my flesh bristled-up: |
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| 16 It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes,–A whispering voice, I heard:– |
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| 17 Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker? |
Mortal man – The Bible distinctly declares that man is mortal. R1642:5, R254:5
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| 18 Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error: |
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| 19 How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth: |
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| 20 Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish: |
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| 21 Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom! |
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