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[1]And Job answereth and saith: --
[2]I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
[3]Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
[4]I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
[5]I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
[6]If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
[7]Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
[8]And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
[9]His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
[10]They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
[11]God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
[12]At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
[13]Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
[14]He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
[15]Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
[16]My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
[17]Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
[18]O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
[19]Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
[20]My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
[21]And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
[22]When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
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