rotherham

rotherham@Job:4:1 @ Then responded Eliphaz the Temanite, and said:

rotherham@Job:4:2 @ If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure?

rotherham@Job:4:3 @ Lo! thou hast admonished many, and, slack hands, hast thou been wont to uphold:

rotherham@Job:4:4 @ Him that was stumbling, have thy words raised up, and, sinking knees, hast thou strengthened.

rotherham@Job:4:5 @ But, now, it cometh upon thee, and thou despairest, It smiteth even thee, and thou art dismayed.

rotherham@Job:4:6 @ Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways?

rotherham@Job:4:7 @ Remember, I pray thee, who, being innocent, hath perished, or when, the upright, have been cut off.

rotherham@Job:4:8 @ So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:

rotherham@Job:4:9 @ By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed:

rotherham@Job:4:10 @ the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:

rotherham@Job:4:11 @ The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered.

rotherham@Job:4:12 @ But, unto me, something was brought by stealth, and mine ear caught a whispering of the same:

rotherham@Job:4:13 @ When there were thoughts, from visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth upon men,

rotherham@Job:4:14 @ Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread:

rotherham@Job:4:15 @ Then, a spirit, over my face, floated along, The hair of my flesh bristled-up:

rotherham@Job:4:16 @ It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes, A whispering voice, I heard:-

rotherham@Job:4:17 @ Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?

rotherham@Job:4:18 @ Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error:

rotherham@Job:4:19 @ How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:

rotherham@Job:4:20 @ Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:

rotherham@Job:4:21 @ Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!

Job 4