Job 6
Job Reproaches His
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But Job answered and said,
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Oh that my grief were thoroughly
weighed,
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and my calamity laid in the balances
together! |
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For now it would be heavier than the sand
of the sea:
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therefore my words are swallowed
up. |
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For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
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the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: |
the terrors of God do set themselves in array
against
me. |
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Doth the wild ass bray when he hath
grass?
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Or loweth the ox over his
fodder? |
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Can that which is unsavory be eaten
without salt?
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Or is there any taste in the white of an
egg? |
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The things that my soul refused to
touch
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are as my sorrowful meat.
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Oh that I might have my request;
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and that God would grant me the thing that I
long for! |
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Even that it would please God to destroy
me;
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that he would let loose his hand, and cut me
off! |
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Then should I yet have comfort;
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yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: |
let him not spare; |
for I have not concealed the words of the Holy
One. |
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What is my strength, that I should
hope?
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And what is mine end, that I should prolong
my life? |
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Is my strength the strength of
stones?
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Is not my help in me?
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And is wisdom driven quite from me?
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To him that is afflicted pity should
be showed from his friend;
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but he forsaketh the fear of the
Almighty. |
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My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a
brook,
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and as the stream of brooks they pass
away; |
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which are blackish by reason of the
ice,
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and wherein the snow is
hid: |
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what time they wax warm, they vanish:
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when it is hot, they are consumed out of their
place. |
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The paths of their way are turned
aside;
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they go to nothing, and
perish. |
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The troops of Tema looked,
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the companies of Sheba waited for
them. |
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They were confounded because they had
hoped;
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they came thither, and were
ashamed. |
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For now ye are nothing;
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ye see my casting down, and are
afraid. |
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Did I say, Bring unto me?
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or, Give a reward for me of your
substance? |
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or, Deliver me from the enemy's hand?
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or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
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Teach me, and I will hold my tongue:
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and cause me to understand wherein I have
erred. |
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How forcible are right words!
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But what doth your arguing
reprove? |
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Do ye imagine to reprove words,
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and the speeches of one that is desperate, which
are as
wind? |
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Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless,
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and ye dig a pit for your friend.
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Now therefore be content, look upon
me;
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for it is evident unto you if I
lie. |
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Return, I pray you, let it not be
iniquity;
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yea, return again, my righteousness is in
it. |
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Is there iniquity in my tongue?
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Cannot my taste discern perverse
things? |
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