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JOB
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- Miserable comforters are ye all.
- Shall vain words have an end?
- Or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
- 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.
- But I would strengthen you with my mouth,
- And the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
- Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged:
- And though I forbear, what am I eased?
- But now he hath made me weary:
- Thou hast made desolate all my company.
- 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.
- He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me:
- He gnasheth upon me with his teeth;
- Mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
- They have gaped upon me with their mouth;
- They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully;
- They have gathered themselves together against me.
- God hath delivered me to the ungodly.
- And turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
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