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   The Book of Job.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
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[1]    THEN Job answered and said,
[2]  I have heard many such things:
Miserable 1 comforters are ye all.
[3]  Shall vain 2 words have an end?
Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
[4]  I also could speak as ye do;
If your soul were in my soul’s stead,
I could join words together against you,
And shake my head at you.
[5]  But I would strengthen you with my mouth,
And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.
 
[6]    Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged;
And though I forbear, what 3 am I eased?
[7]  But now he hath made me weary:
Thou hast made desolate all my company.
[8]  And thou hast laid 4 fast hold on me, which is a witness against me:
And my leanness riseth up against me:
It testifieth to my face.
[9]  He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted 5 me;
He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth:
Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
[10]  They have gaped upon me with their mouth;
They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully:
They gather themselves together against me.
[11]  God delivereth me to the ungodly,
And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
[12]  I was at ease, and he brake me asunder;
Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces:
He hath also set me up for his mark.
[13]  His archers 6 compass me round about;
He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;
He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
[14]  He breaketh me with breach upon breach;
He runneth upon me like a giant. 7
[15]  I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,
And have laid 8 my horn in the dust.
[16]  My face is red with weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
[17]  Although there is no violence in my hands,
And my prayer is pure.
[18]    O earth, cover not thou my blood,
And let my cry have 9 no resting-place.
[19]  Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
And he that voucheth for me is on high.
[20]  My friends scoff at me:
But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
[21]  That 10 he would maintain the right of a man with God,
And of a son of man with his neighbor!
[22]  For when a few years are come,
I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
 
Note 1. Or, Wearisome. [back]
Note 2. Heb. words of wind. [back]
Note 3. Heb. what departeth from me?. [back]
Note 4. Or, shrivelled me up. [back]
Note 5. Or, hated. [back]
Note 6. Or, arrows.Or, mighty ones. [back]
Note 7. Or, mighty man. [back]
Note 8. Or, defiled. [back]
Note 9. Or, have no more place. [back]
Note 10. Or, That one might plead for a man with God, As a son of man pleadeth for his neighbor. [back]
 

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