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JOB
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- Who are ready to raise up their mourning.
- Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark;
- Let it look for light, but have none;
- Neither let it see the dawning of the day:
- Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb,
- Nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
- Why died I not from the womb?
- Why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
- Why did the knees prevent me?
- Or why the breasts that I should suck?
- For now should I have lain still and been quiet,
- I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
- With kings and counsellors of the earth,
- Which built desolate places for themselves;
- Or with princes that had gold,
- Who filled their houses with silver:
- Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been;
- As infants which never saw light.
- There the wicked cease from troubling;
- And there the weary be at rest.
- There the prisoners rest together;
- They hear not the voice of the oppressor.
- The small and great are there;
- And the servant is free from his master.
- Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery,
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