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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. |