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CHAPTER 16
Then Job answered and said,
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I have heard many such things: miserable comforters
are
ye all.
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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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But
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage
your grief.
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Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and
though
I forbear, what am I eased?
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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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He teareth
me
in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine
enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
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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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God hath 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 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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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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He breaketh me with breach upon
breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
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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 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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My friends scorn me:
but
mine eye poureth out
tears
unto God.
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Oh that one might plead for a
man with God, as a man
pleadeth
for his neighbour!
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When a few years are come, then I shall go
the way
whence
I shall not return.
CHAPTER 17
My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves
are ready
for me.
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Are there
not mockers
with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
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Lay down now, put me in a surety
with thee; who
is
he
that
will strike hands with me?
4
For thou hast hid their heart from
understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt
them.
5
He that speaketh flattery to
his
friends, even
the eyes of his children shall fail.
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He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I
was as a tabret.
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Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members
are
as a shadow.
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Upright
men
shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.
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The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.
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But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find
one
wise
man
among you.
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My
days are past, my purposes are broken off,
even
the thoughts of my heart.
12
They change the night
into day: the light
is
short because of darkness.
13
If I wait, the grave
is
mine house: I have made
my bed in the darkness.
14
I have said to corruption, Thou
art
my father: to the worm,
Thou art
my
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