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1 Then Job answered, 2 I have heard many such things; Sorry comforters are you all. 3 Is there no limit to windy words? Or what plagues you that you answer? 4 I too could speak like you, If I were in your place. I could compose words against you And shake my head at you. 5 I could strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips could lessen your pain. 6 If I speak, my pain is not lessened, And if I hold back, what has left me? 7 But now He has exhausted me; You have laid waste all my company. 8 You have shriveled me up, It has become a witness; And my leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face. 9 His anger has torn me and hunted me down, He has gnashed at me with His teeth; My adversary glares at me. 10 They have gaped at me with their mouth, They have slapped me on the cheek with contempt; They have massed themselves against me. 11 God hands me over to ruffians And tosses me into the hands of the wicked. 12 I was at ease, but He shattered me, And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces; He has also set me up as His target. 13 His arrows surround me. Without mercy He splits my kidneys open; He pours out my gall on the ground. 14 He breaks through me with breach after breach; He runs at me like a warrior. 15 I have sewed sackcloth over my skin And thrust my horn in the dust. 16 My face is flushed from weeping, And deep darkness is on my eyelids, 17 Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure. 18 O earth, do not cover my blood, And let there be no resting place for my cry. 19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And my advocate is on high. 20 My friends are my scoffers; My eye weeps to God. 21 O that a man might plead with God As a man with his neighbor! 22 For when a few years are past, I shall go the way of no return.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished, The grave is ready for me. 2 Surely mockers are with me, And my eye gazes on their provocation. 3 Lay down, now, a pledge for me with Yourself; Who is there that will be my guarantor? 4 For You have kept their heart from understanding, Therefore You will not exalt them. 5 He who informs against friends for a share of the spoil, The eyes of his children also will languish. 6 But He has made me a byword of the people, And I am one at whom men spit. 7 My eye has also grown dim because of grief, And all my members are as a shadow. 8 The upright will be appalled at this, And the innocent will stir up himself against the godless. 9 Nevertheless the righteous will hold to his way, And he who has clean hands will grow stronger and stronger. 10 But come again all of you now, For I do not find a wise man among you. 11 My days are past, my plans are torn apart, Even the wishes of my heart. 12 They make night into day, saying, The light is near, in the presence of darkness. 13 If I look for Sheol as my home, I make my bed in the darkness; 14 If I call to the pit, You are my father; To the worm, my mother and my sister; 15 Where now is my hope? And who regards my hope? 16 Will it go down with me to Sheol? Shall we together go down into the dust?
1 Then Bildad the Shuhite responded, 2 How long will you hunt for words? Show understanding and then we can talk. 3 Why are we regarded as beasts, As stupid in your eyes? 4 O you who tear yourself in your anger-- For your sake is the earth to be abandoned, Or the rock to be moved from its place? 5 Indeed, the light of the wicked goes out, And the flame of his fire gives no light. 6 The light in his tent is darkened, And his lamp goes out above him. 7 His vigorous stride is shortened, And his own scheme brings him down. 8 For he is thrown into the net by his own feet, And he steps on the webbing. 9 A snare seizes him by the heel, And a trap snaps shut on him. 10 A noose for him is hidden in the ground, And a trap for him on the path. 11 All around terrors frighten him, And harry him at every step. 12 His strength is famished, And calamity is ready at his side. 13 His skin is devoured by disease, The firstborn of death devours his limbs. 14 He is torn from the security of his tent, And they march him before the king of terrors. 15 There dwells in his tent nothing of his; Brimstone is scattered on his habitation. 16 His roots are dried below, And his branch is cut off above. 17 Memory of him perishes from the earth, And he has no name abroad. 18 He is driven from light into darkness, And chased from the inhabited world. 19 He has no offspring or posterity among his people, Nor any survivor where he sojourned. 20 Those in the west are appalled at his fate, And those in the east are seized with horror. 21 Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, And this is the place of him who does not know God.