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\v 1 Then Job answered and said,
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\v 2 "I have heard many such things;
\q you are all miserable comforters.
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\v 3 Will useless words ever have an end?
\q What is wrong with you that you answer like this?
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\v 4 I also could speak as you do,
\q if you were in my place;
\q I could collect and join words together against you
\q and shake my head at you in mockery.
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\v 5 Oh, how I would encourage you with my mouth!
\q How the comfort from my lips would lighten your grief!
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\v 6 If I speak, my grief is not lessened;
\q if I keep from speaking, how am I helped?
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\v 7 But now, God, you have made me weary;
\q you have made all my family desolate.
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\v 8 You have made me dry up, which itself is a witness against me;
\q the leanness of my body rises up against me,
\q and it testifies against my face.
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\v 9 God has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me;
\q He has gnashed me with his teeth;
\q my enemy fastens his eyes on me as he tears me apart.
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\v 10 People have gaped with open mouth at me;
\q they have hit me reproachfully on the cheek;
\q they have gathered together against me.
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\v 11 God hands me over to ungodly people,
\q and throws me into the hands of wicked people.
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\v 12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart.
\q Indeed, he has taken me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;
\q he has also set me up as his target.
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\v 13 His archers surround me all around;
\q God pierces my kidneys and does not spare me;
\q he pours out my bile on the ground.
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\v 14 He smashes through my wall again and again;
\q he runs upon me like a warrior.
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\v 15 I have sewn sackcloth on my skin;
\q I have thrust my horn into the ground.
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\v 16 My face is red with weeping;
\q on my eyelids is the shadow of death
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\v 17 although there is no violence in my hands,
\q and my prayer is pure.
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\v 18 Earth, do not cover up my blood;
\q let my cry have no resting place.
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\v 19 Even now, see, my witness is in heaven;
\q he who vouches for me is on high.
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\v 20 My friends scoff at me,
\q but my eye pours out tears to God.
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\v 21 I ask for that witness in heaven to argue for this man with God
\q as a man does with his neighbor!
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\v 22 For when a few years have passed,
\q I will go to a place from where I will not return.