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Job Replies: Miserable Comforters Are You
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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 windy words 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 you were in my place;
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I could join words together against you
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and shake my head at you.
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5. I could strengthen you with my mouth,
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and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.
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6. "If I speak, my pain is not assuaged,
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and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?
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7. Surely now God has worn me out;
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he has made desolate all my company.
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8. And he has shriveled me up,
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which is a witness against me,
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and my leanness has risen up against me;
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it testifies to my face.
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9. He has torn me in his wrath and hated me;
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he has gnashed his teeth at me;
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my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
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10. Men have gaped at me with their mouth;
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they have struck me insolently on the cheek;
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they mass themselves together against me.
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11. God gives me up to the ungodly
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and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
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12. I was at ease, and he broke me apart;
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he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;
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he set me up as his target;
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13. his archers surround me.
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He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare;
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he pours out my gall on the ground.
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14. He breaks me with breach upon breach;
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he runs upon me like a warrior.
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15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin
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and have laid my strength in the dust.
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16. My face is red with weeping,
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and on my eyelids is deep darkness,
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17. although there is no violence in my hands,
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and my prayer is pure.
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18. "O earth, cover not my blood,
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and let my cry find no resting place.
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19. Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
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and he who testifies for me is on high.
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20. My friends scorn me;
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my eye pours out tears to God,
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21. that he would argue the case of a man with God,
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as a son of man does with his neighbor.
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22. For when a few years have come
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I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
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