Job 16

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        Job 16
      
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         1.  Then 
      
      
        <b>Job answered </b>
      
      
        and said,
      
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         2.  I have heard many such things: 
      
      
        <b>miserable comforters are ye all.</b>
      
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         3.  Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
      
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         4.  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.
      
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         5.  But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage 
        your grief.
      
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         6.  Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
      
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         7.  But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
      
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         8.  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.
      
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        <b>9.  He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine 
        enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.</b>
      
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        <b> 10.  They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek 
        reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.</b>
      
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        <b> 11.  God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the 
        wicked.</b>
      
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         12.  I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and 
        shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
      
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         13.  His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not 
        spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
      
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         14.  He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
      
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         15.  I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
      
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         16.  My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
      
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        <b>17.  Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.</b>
      
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         18.  O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
      
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        <b>19.  Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.</b>
      
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         20.  My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
      
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        <b>.  O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!</b>
      
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         22.  When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
      
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