Job, Chapter 16

And Job answered and said,

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I have heard many such [things]. You [are] all miserable comforters.

[Shall] words of wind [have] an end? Or what provokes you that you should answer?

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I also could speak as you [do]; if your soul were in my soul's place. I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.

I might make you strong with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would spare you.

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Though I speak, my pain is not held back, and [though] I forbear, in what way am I eased?

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But now He has made me weary; You have made all my company desolate.

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And You have plucked me, for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me, and it answers to my face.

His anger has torn and hated [me]; He gnashes on me with His teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes at me;

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They have gaped on me with their mouth; and have scornfully beaten me on the cheek; they gather themselves against me.

God has delivered me to the perverse; and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, but He has broken me in pieces; yea, [He has] also taken [me] by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up for His mark.

His archers hem me in; He splits my inward parts, and does not spare; He pours out my gall on the ground.

He breaks me with break on break; He runs on me like a giant.

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I have sewed sackcloth on my skin and thrust my horn in the dust.

My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;

though no violence [is] in my hand, and my prayer [is] pure.

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Oh earth, do not cover my blood, and let not my cry have a place.

Also now, behold, my Witness [is] in Heaven, and He who testifies of me [is] on high.

My friends scorn me; my eye pours out [tears] to God.

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Oh that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleads] for his neighbor!

For the years [that are few] will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.

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