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THEN Job answered and said,
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I have heard many such things;
wicked comforters are you all.
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Do not grieve my spirit with words;
even though you speak, I will not answer.
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I also could speak as you do;
I wish you were in my place, then I could try you out with words, and shake my head at you.
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I would prove you with your own words, and the words of my lips would not spare you.
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¶ If I speak, my pain is not assuaged;
and if I forbear, who can comfort me?
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But now he has troubled me, and yet has preserved all of my testimony.
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Thou didst appoint me and I became a witness, but my lies have testified against me;
and I spoke in his presence.
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He has torn me and broken me in his wrath;
he gnashes upon me with his teeth;
my enemy sharpens his eyes against me.
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They have gaped upon me with their mouth reproachfully;
they have smitten me upon my cheeks;
they were filled with rage against me.
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God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
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I was at ease, but he has smitten me;
he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his target.
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His arrows are round about me, he shoots at my kidneys and does not spare;
he pours out my gall on the ground.
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He breaks me with breach upon breach;
he runs against me like a giant.
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I have girded sackcloth upon my skin, and I have covered my head with dust.
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My face is troubled with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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¶ But not for any iniquity in my hands;
my prayer also is pure.
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O earth, cover not my blood, and let my cry have no place!
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And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my acquaintances are on high.
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O my brethren and my neighbors!
my eyes pour out tears to God!
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O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
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For the number of a man’s years will come to an end;
then he shall go the way from whence he shall not return.