Job:16-17
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@Job:16:1 @ Then answered Job, and said,
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:2 @ I have heard many things such as these: troublesome comforters are ye all.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:3 @ Shall there be any end to words of wind? or what compelleth thee that thou shouldst answer?
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:4 @ I also could well speak as ye do: if your soul were but in my souls stead, I could overwhelm you with words, and could shake my head at you.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:5 @ But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the condolence of my lips should restrain.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:6 @ Though I were to speak, my pain would not be restrained; and though I should forbear, what will go away from me?
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:7 @ But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:8 @ And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, they are my witnesses; and my leanness riseth up for me, giveth its testimony to my face.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:9 @ In his wrath he teareth me to pieces, and assaileth me: he gnasheth over me with his teeth; my adversary sendeth threatening looks at me.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:10 @ They now open wide against me their mouth; reproachfully they smite my cheek: altogether do they assemble against me.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:11 @ God hath surrendered me to the unjust, and cast me down into the hands of the wicked.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:12 @ I was at ease, but he hath crushed me; he hath also grasped me by the neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up unto himself as a mark;
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:13 @ His archers encompass me round about; he cleaveth my reins sunder, and doth not pity; he poureth out upon the ground my gall;
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:14 @ He breaketh me down with breach upon breach; he runneth against me like a mighty man.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:15 @ Sackcloth have I sewed upon my skin, and my horn I roll in the dust.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:16 @ My face gloweth from weeping, and on my eyelids resteth the shadow of death:
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:17 @ Not because any violence is in my hands, and while my prayer is pure.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:18 @ Earth! do thou not cover up my blood, and let no place restrain my cry.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:19 @ Even now, behold, my witness is in the heavens, and one that testifieth for me is on high.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:20 @ Are my friends my defenders? unto God my eye poureth out.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:21 @ And oh that a man might plead with God, as one son of earth with the other!
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:16:22 @ For when the numbered years are passed, then must I travel a path whence I cannot return.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:1 @ My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave is ready for me.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:2 @ Yet truly those that mock are with me, and on their offendings must my eye rest.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:3 @ And thou, attend, I pray thee, be my surety with thyself: who else is there that would strike hands with me?
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:4 @ For thou hast concealed their heart against intelligence: therefore art thou not exalted.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:5 @ Every one of them speaketh deceptively to his friends: may also the eyes of his children fail.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:6 @ And he hath placed me here as a byword unto nations; and I become openly as a place of abomination.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:7 @ Therefore is my eye dim from vexation, and my limbs are all of them like a shadow.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:8 @ Upright men must be astonished at this, and the innocent must arouse himself against the hypocrite.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:9 @ Yet will the righteous hold firmly on to his way; and he that is clean of hands will acquire additional strength.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:10 @ But all of you, do only return, and come but: and yet I shall not find among you one wise man.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:11 @ My days are past, my resolves are broken off, the possessions of my heart.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:12 @ These would change the night into day, the light as near in the presence of darkness.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:13 @ When I hope for the nether world as my house; in the darkness have I spread my couch;
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:14 @ When I call to corruption, Thou art my father: Thou art my mother, and my sister, to the worms.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:15 @ Ay, where is then my hope? as for my hope, who will see it?
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:17:16 @ Let then my limbs sink down to the nether world: truly in the dust alone there is rest for all.
sf_leeser_rev1@Job:18:1 @ Then answered Bildad the Shuchite, and said,
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