rotherham Job:4-7
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!
rotherham@Job:5:1 @ Call, I pray theeis there one to answer thee? Or, to which of the holy ones, wilt thou turn?
rotherham@Job:5:2 @ For, to the foolish man, death is caused by vexation, and, the simple one, is slain by jealousy.
rotherham@Job:5:3 @ I, have seen the foolish taking root, and then hath his home decayed, in a moment:
rotherham@Job:5:4 @ His children are far removed from safety, and they are crushed in the gate, and there is none to deliver:
rotherham@Job:5:5 @ Whose harvest, the hungry, eateth up, and, even out of thorn hedges, he taketh it, and the snare gapeth for their substance.
rotherham@Job:5:6 @ For sorrow, cometh not forth out of the dust, nor, out of the ground, sprouteth trouble.
rotherham@Job:5:7 @ Though, man, to trouble, were born, as, sparks, on high, do soar,
rotherham@Job:5:8 @ Yet indeed, I, would seek unto El, and, unto Elohim, would I set forth any cause:
rotherham@Job:5:9 @ Who doeth great things, beyond all search, Wondrous things, till they cannot be recounted;
rotherham@Job:5:10 @ Who giveth rain, upon the face of the earth, and sendeth forth waters, over the face of the open fields;
rotherham@Job:5:11 @ Setting the lowly on high, and, mourners, are uplifted to safety;
rotherham@Job:5:12 @ Who doth frustrate the schemes of the crafty, that their hands cannot achieve abiding success;
rotherham@Job:5:13 @ Who captureth the wise in their own craftiness, yea the headlong counsel of the crooked:
rotherham@Job:5:14 @ By day, they encounter darkness, and, as though it were night, they grope at high noon.
rotherham@Job:5:15 @ But he saveth from the sword, out of their mouth, and, out of the hand of the strong, the needy.
rotherham@Job:5:16 @ Thus to the poor hath come hope, and, perversity, hath shut her mouth.
rotherham@Job:5:17 @ Lo! how happy is the man whom God correcteth! Therefore, the chastening of the Almighty, do not thou refuse;
rotherham@Job:5:18 @ For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.
rotherham@Job:5:19 @ In six troubles, he will rescue thee, and, in seven, there shall smite thee no misfortune:
rotherham@Job:5:20 @ In famine, he will ransom thee from death, and in battle from the power of the sword;
rotherham@Job:5:21 @ During the scourge of the tongue, shalt thou be hid, neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh;
rotherham@Job:5:22 @ At destruction and at hunger, shalt thou laugh, and, of the wild beast of the earth, be not thou afraid;
rotherham@Job:5:23 @ For, with the stones of the field, shall be thy covenant, and, the wild beast of the field, hath been made thy friend;
rotherham@Job:5:24 @ And thou shalt know that, at peace, is thy tent, and shalt visit thy fold, and miss nothing;
rotherham@Job:5:25 @ And thou shalt know, that numerous is thy seed, and, thine offspring, like the young shoots of the field.
rotherham@Job:5:26 @ Thou shalt come, yet robust, to the grave, as a stack of sheaves mounteth up in its season.
rotherham@Job:5:27 @ Lo! as for this, we have searched it outso, it is, Hear it, and know, thou, for thyself.
rotherham@Job:6:1 @ Then responded Job, and said:
rotherham@Job:6:2 @ Oh that, weighed, were my vexation, and, my engulfing ruininto the balances, they would lift up all at once!
rotherham@Job:6:3 @ For, now, beyond the sand of the seas, would it be heavy, On this account, my words, have wandered.
rotherham@Job:6:4 @ For, the arrows of the Almighty, are in me, The heat whereof, my spirit is drinking up, The, terrors of GOD, array themselves against me.
rotherham@Job:6:5 @ Doth the wild ass bray over grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
rotherham@Job:6:6 @ Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
rotherham@Job:6:7 @ My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.
rotherham@Job:6:8 @ Oh that my request would come! and, my hope, oh that GOD would grant!
rotherham@Job:6:9 @ That it would please GOD to crush me, That he would set free his hand, and cut me off!
rotherham@Job:6:10 @ So might it still be my comfort, And I might exult in the anguish he would not spare, That I had not concealed the sayings of the Holy One.
rotherham@Job:6:11 @ What is my strength, that I should hope? Or what mine end, that I should prolong my desire?
rotherham@Job:6:12 @ Is my strength, the strength of stones? Or is, my flesh, of bronze?
rotherham@Job:6:13 @ Is there any help at all in me? Is not, abiding success, driven from me?
rotherham@Job:6:14 @ The despairing, from his friend, should have lovingkindness, or, the reverence of the Almighty, he may forsake.
rotherham@Job:6:15 @ Mine own brethren, have proved treacherous like a torrent, like a channel of torrents which disappear:
rotherham@Job:6:16 @ Which darken by reason of the cold, over them, is a covering made by the snow:
rotherham@Job:6:17 @ By the time they begin to thaw, they are dried up, as soon as it is warm, they have vanished out of their place.
rotherham@Job:6:18 @ Caravans turn aside by their course, they go up into a waste, and are lost:
rotherham@Job:6:19 @ The caravans of Tema looked about, the travelling companies of Sheba, hoped for them:
rotherham@Job:6:20 @ They are ashamed that they had trusted, They have come up to one of them, and are confounded.
rotherham@Job:6:21 @ For, now, ye have come to him, ye see something fearful, and fear.
rotherham@Job:6:22 @ Is it that I said, Make me a gift, or, out of your abundance, offer a bribe on my behalf;
rotherham@Job:6:23 @ And deliver me from the hand of the adversary? And, out of the hand of tyrants, ransom me?
rotherham@Job:6:24 @ Show me, and, I, will hold my peace, And, wherein I have erred, cause me to understand.
rotherham@Job:6:25 @ How pleasant are the sayings that are right! But what can a decision from you, decide?
rotherham@Job:6:26 @ To decide words, do ye intend, When, to the wind, are spoken the sayings of one in despair?
rotherham@Job:6:27 @ Surely, the fatherless, ye would assail, and make merchandise of your friend!
rotherham@Job:6:28 @ But, now, be pleased to turn to me, that it may be, to your faces, if I speak falsehood,
rotherham@Job:6:29 @ Reply, I pray you, let there be no perversity, Yea reply even yet, my vindication is in it!
rotherham@Job:6:30 @ Is there, in my tongue, perversity? Or can, my sense, not discern, engulfing ruin?
rotherham@Job:7:1 @ Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
rotherham@Job:7:2 @ As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
rotherham@Job:7:3 @ So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
rotherham@Job:7:4 @ As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
rotherham@Job:7:5 @ My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
rotherham@Job:7:6 @ My days, are swifter than a weavers shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
rotherham@Job:7:7 @ Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
rotherham@Job:7:8 @ Nor shall see methe eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
rotherham@Job:7:9 @ A cloud faileth, and is gone, So, he that descendeth to hades, shall not come up:
rotherham@Job:7:10 @ He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
rotherham@Job:7:11 @ I also, cannot restrain my mouth, I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.
rotherham@Job:7:12 @ Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
rotherham@Job:7:13 @ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
rotherham@Job:7:14 @ Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
rotherham@Job:7:15 @ So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than my bones!
rotherham@Job:7:16 @ I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
rotherham@Job:7:17 @ What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
rotherham@Job:7:18 @ That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
rotherham@Job:7:19 @ How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
rotherham@Job:7:20 @ I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
rotherham@Job:7:21 @ And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
rotherham@Job:8:1 @ Then responded Bildad the Shuhite, and said:
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