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JOB SPEAKS

My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the graves are ready for me.

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Are not mockeries with me? Yea, my eye rests on their insults.

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Please lay down a pledge for me with Yourself; who is he who will strike hands with me?

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For You have hidden their heart from understanding; therefore You shall not lift them up.

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He who for a share informs against friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.

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He has made me also a byword of the peoples; and I am one in whose face they spit.

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My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.

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Upright ones shall be amazed at this, and the innocent shall stir himself up against the ungodly.

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The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he who has clean hands adds strength.

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And now all of them, go back, and please come again; and I shall not find among you a wise man.

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My days are past, my purposes are broken off, the desires of my heart.

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They set night for day; the light is near in the face of darkness.

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If I wait for the grave as my home, I have made my bed in the darkness;

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I have said to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, My mother and my sister!

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And where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

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They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our descent together is in the dust.

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