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# Chapter 4
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1 Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and said:
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2 “If one attempts a word with you, will you become weary?
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But who can withhold himself from speaking?
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3 Surely you have instructed many,
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And you have strengthened weak hands.
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4 Your words have upheld him who was stumbling,
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And you have strengthened the feeble knees;
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5 But now it comes upon you, and you are weary;
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It touches you, and you are troubled.
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6 Is not your reverence your confidence?
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And the integrity of your ways your hope?
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7 “Remember now, who ever perished being innocent?
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Or where were the upright ever cut off?
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8 Even as I have seen,
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Those who plow iniquity
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And sow trouble reap the same.
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9 By the blast of God they perish,
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And by the breath of His anger they are consumed.
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10 The roaring of the lion,
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The voice of the fierce lion,
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And the teeth of the young lions are broken.
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11 The old lion perishes for lack of prey,
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And the cubs of the lioness are scattered.
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12 “Now a word was secretly brought to me,
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And my ear received a whisper of it.
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13 In disquieting thoughts from the visions of the night,
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When deep sleep falls on men,
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14 Fear came upon me, and trembling,
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Which made all my bones shake.
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15 Then a spirit passed before my face;
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The hair on my body stood up.
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16 It stood still,
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But I could not discern its appearance.
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A form was before my eyes;
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There was silence;
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Then I heard a voice saying:
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17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?
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Can a man be more pure than his Maker?
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18 If He puts no trust in His servants,
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If He charges His angels with error,
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19 How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,
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Whose foundation is in the dust,
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Who are crushed before a moth?
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20 They are broken in pieces from morning till evening;
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They perish forever, with no one regarding.
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21 Does not their own excellence go away?
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They die, even without wisdom.’ |