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| 1 Then responded Job, and said:– |
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| 2 I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all! |
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| 3 Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond? |
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| 4 I also, like you, could speak,–If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head. |
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| 5 I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you. |
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| 6 Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain,–And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved? |
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| 7 But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family; |
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| 8 And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth. |
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| 9 His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me. |
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| 10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks. |
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| 11 GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong. |
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| 12 At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark: |
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| 13 His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall: |
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| 14 He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man. |
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| 15 Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled–in the dust–my horn: |
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| 16 My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade:– |
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| 17 Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure. |
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| 18 O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry. |
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| 19 Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness, |
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| 20 And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears:– |
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| 21 That one might plead, for a man, with GOD,–Even a son of man, for his friend! |
One might plead – He seems to realize his need of someone to represent his cause before the Lord--a mediator. R5401:6, R1506:1
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| 22 When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart. |
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