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# Job 16 (New King James Version)
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Job Reproaches His Pitiless Friends
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##### Chapter 16
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###### 1 Then Job answered and said:
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###### 2 "I have heard many such things;
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Miserable comforters _are_ you all!
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###### 3 Shall words of wind have an end?
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Or what provokes you that you answer?
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###### 4 I also could speak as you _do,_
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If your soul were in my soul's place.
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I could heap up words against you,
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And shake my head at you;
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###### 5 _But_ I would strengthen you with my mouth,
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And the comfort of my lips would relieve _your grief._
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###### 6 "Though I speak, my grief is not relieved;
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And _if_ I remain silent, how am I eased?
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###### 7 But now He has worn me out;
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You have made desolate all my company.
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###### 8 You have shriveled me up,
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And it is a witness _against me;_
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My leanness rises up against me
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_And_ bears witness to my face.
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###### 9 He tears _me_ in His wrath, and hates me;
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He gnashes at me with His teeth;
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My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.
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###### 10 They gape at me with their mouth,
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They strike me reproachfully on the cheek,
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They gather together against me.
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###### 11 God has delivered me to the ungodly,
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And turned me over to the hands of the wicked.
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###### 12 I was at ease, but He has shattered me;
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He also has taken _me_ by my neck, and shaken me to pieces;
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He has set me up for His target,
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###### 13 His archers surround me.
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He pierces my heart and does not pity;
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He pours out my gall on the ground.
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###### 14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;
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He runs at me like a warrior.
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###### 15 "I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,
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And laid my head in the dust.
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###### 16 My face is flushed from weeping,
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And on my eyelids _is_ the shadow of death;
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###### 17 Although no violence _is_ in my hands,
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And my prayer _is_ pure.
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###### 18 "O earth, do not cover my blood,
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And let my cry have no _resting_ place!
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###### 19 Surely even now my witness _is_ in heaven,
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And my evidence _is_ on high.
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###### 20 My friends scorn me;
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My eyes pour out _tears_ to God.
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###### 21 Oh, that one might plead for a man with God,
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As a man _pleads_ for his neighbor!
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###### 22 For when a few years are finished,
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I shall go the way of no return.
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