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Job Sits Ruined Before His Three Friends
by KalebRosendahl
16
:
2
Job 16:2
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Then Job answered
and said,
I have heard many such things: miserable comforters
are
ye all.
3
Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4
I also could speak as ye
do:
if your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
5
But
I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage
your grief
.
6
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and
though
I forbear, what am I eased?
7
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles,
which
is a witness
against me:
and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9
He teareth
me
in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
11
God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12
I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken
me
by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13
His archers 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.
15
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids
is
the shadow of death;
17
Not for
any
injustice in mine hands: also my prayer
is
pure.
18
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19
Also now, behold, my witness
is
in heaven, and my record
is
on high.
20
My friends scorn me:
but
mine eye poureth out
tears
unto God.
21
O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man
pleadeth
for his neighbour!
22
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way
whence
I shall not return.
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