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JOB
- Shall a man be more pure than his maker?
- Behold, he put no trust in his servants;
- And his angels he charged with folly:
- How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay,
- Whose foundation is in the dust,
- Which are crushed before the moth?
- They are destroyed from morning to evening:
- They perish for ever without any regarding it.
- Doth not their excellency which is in them go away?
- They die, even without wisdom.
- Call now, if there be any that will answer thee;
- And to which of the saints wilt thou turn?
- For wrath killeth the foolish man,
- And envy slayeth the silly one.
- I have seen the foolish taking root:
- But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
- His children are far from safety.
- And they are crushed in the gate,
- Neither is there any to deliver them.
- Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,
- And taketh it even out of the thorns,
- And the robber swalloweth up their substance.
- Although affliction cometh not forth of the dust.
- Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
- Yet man is born unto trouble,
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