Job:6-7
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And answered and said :
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Oh that my vexation were carefully weighed ,
and my ruin lifted in the balances together !
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For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas ;
on account of this my words have been rash .
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For the arrows of the Almighty are within me ;
their fury is drinking my spirit ;
the terrors of God are set against me .
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Does the wild ass bray over tender grass ?
Or does the ox low over his fodder ?
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Are tasteless things eaten without salt ?
Or is there taste in the slime of an egg ?
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My soul refuses to touch them ;
they are sickening food to me .
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Who will give it that my desire might come ,
and God would grant my longing ;
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and God would be willing and crush me ;
let loose His hand and cut me off ?
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And it is yet my comfort ;
and I would exult in pain not spared ;
for I have not hidden the words of the Holy One .
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What is my strength that I should wait ?
And what is my end that I should prolong my life ?
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Is my strength the strength of stones ?
Or is my flesh bronze ?
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Is not my help within me ?
And is wisdom driven from me ?
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To the faint ,
mercy is due from his friend ;
for he forsakes the fear of the Almighty .
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My brothers have dealt deceitfully ,
like the torrent ;
like the streams of torrents ,
they vanish ;
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those darkened from ice ,
in which the snow hides itself .
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At the time they are warmed ,
they are cut off ;
when it is hot ,
they vanish from their place .
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The paths of their way bend ;
they go to nothing ,
and are lost .
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The troops of Tema looked ;
the travelers of Sheba hoped for them ;
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they were ashamed because they had hoped ;
they came there ,
and were ashamed .
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Surely now you have become like it ;
you see my dismay ,
and are afraid .
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Did I indeed say ,
Give to me ?
Or ,
offer a bribe for me from your wealth ?
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Or ,
Deliver me from a foe '
s hand ?
Or ,
Redeem me from the oppressors hand ?
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Teach me ,
and I will be silent ;
and cause me to understand in what I have erred .
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Right words are powerful ,
but what does your arguing argue ?
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Do you intend to criticize words ,
and the speeches of one who is hopeless ,
that are as wind ?
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Yea ,
you cause even an orphan to fall ;
and you bargain over your friend .
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And now ,
please look on me .
For if I lie ,
it is before your face .
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Turn back ,
I beseech you ;
let there be no wrong .
Yea ,
return again ,
for my righteousness is in it .
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Is there wrong in my tongue ?
Cannot my palate discern desirable things ?
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Is there not a warfare to man on earth ?
And his days like the days of a hireling ?
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As a servant pants for the shade ,
and as a hireling looks for his wages ,
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so I am caused to inherit months of vanity ;
and weary nights are appointed to me .
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When I lie down ,
I say ,
When shall I rise up ?
But the night is long ,
and I am full of tossings ,
until the twilight of the dawn .
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust ;
my skin is broken ,
and it runs afresh .
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My days are swifter than a weaver '
s shuttle ,
and are ended without hope .
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Remember that my life is a breath ;
my eyes shall not return to see good .
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The eye of him who sees me shall gaze at me no more ;
Your eyes are on me ,
and I am not .
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As the clouds fade and vanish ,
so he who goes down to Sheol shall not come up .
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He shall return no more to his house ;
nor shall his place know him any more .
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Therefore ,
I will not hold my mouth ;
I will speak in the distress of my spirit ;
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul .
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Am I a sea ,
or a sea-monster ,
that You set a watch over me ?
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When I say ,
My bed shall comfort me my couch shall ease my complaint ,
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then You scare me with dreams ,
and terrify me with visions ;
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so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than my bones .
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I despise them ;
I will not live always .
Let me alone ,
for my days are vanity .
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What is man ,
that You should magnify him ,
and that You should set Your heart on him ,
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and visit him every morning ,
trying him every moment ?
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How long will You not look away from me ,
nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle ?
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I have sinned ;
what do I do to You ,
O Watcher of man ?
Why have You set me as a target for You ,
so that I am a burden on myself ?
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And why do You not pardon my transgression ,
and make my iniquity pass away ?
For now I shall lie down in the dust ,
and You shall seek me ;
but I will not be .
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And Bildad the Shuhite answered ,
saying :
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