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Job 16
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| 16:1
Then Job answered and said, |
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| 16:2
I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all. |
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| 16:3
Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth 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
heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you. |
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| 16:5
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should
asswage your grief. |
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| 16:6
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I
eased? |
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| 16:7
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. |
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And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and
my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. |
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| 16:9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his
teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. |
Speaking of God, Job says: "He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his
teeth."
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| 16:10
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the
cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. |
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| 16:11
God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of
the wicked. |
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| 16:12
I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my
neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. |
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| 16:13
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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| 16:14
He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. |
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| 16:15
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. |
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My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
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Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure. |
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O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. |
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Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. |
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| 16:20
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. |
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| 16:21
O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his
neighbour! |
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| 16:22
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not
return.
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