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Job · Chapter 6
But Job answered and said,
O that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
For the arrows of the Almighty
are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of Elohim do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there
any taste in the white of an egg?
The things
that my nephesh refused to touch
are as my sorrowful meat.
Oh that I might have my request; and that Elohim would grant
me
the thing that I long for!
Even that it would please Elohim to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
What
is my strength, that I should hope? and what
is
mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Is my strength the strength of stones? or
is my flesh of brass?
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
To him that is afflicted pity
should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook,
and as the stream of brooks they pass away;
Which are blackish by reason of the ice,
and wherein the snow is hid:
What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.
They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.
For now ye are no thing; ye see
my casting down, and are afraid.
Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?
Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?
Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?
Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate,
which are as wind?
Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig
a pit for your friend.
Now therefore be content, look upon me; for
it is evident unto you if I lie.
Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness
is in it.
Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
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Job · Chapter 7
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth?
are not
his days also like the days of an hireling?
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for
the reward of his work:
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no
more: thine eyes
are upon me, and I
am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no
more.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my nephesh.
Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
So that my nephesh chooseth strangling,
and death rather than my life.
I loathe
it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days
are vanity.
What
is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
And
that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
and
try him every moment?
How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I
shall not
be.
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Job · Chapter 8
Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,
How long wilt thou speak these
things? and
how long shall
the words of thy mouth be like a strong wind?
Doth Elohim pervert judgment? or doth the Almighty pervert justice?
If thy children have sinned against him, and he have cast them away for their transgression;
If thou wouldest seek unto Elohim betimes, and make thy supplication to the Almighty;
If thou
wert pure and upright; surely now he would awake for thee, and make the habitation of thy righteousness prosperous.
Though thy beginning was small, yet thy latter end should greatly increase.
For enquire, I pray thee, of the former age, and prepare thyself to the search of their fathers:
(For we
are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth
are a shadow:)
Shall not they teach thee,
and tell thee, and utter words out of their heart?
Can the rush grow up without mire? can the flag grow without water?
Whilst it
is yet in his greenness,
and not cut down, it withereth before any
other herb.
So
are the paths of all that forget Elohim; and the hypocrite’s hope shall perish:
Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust
shall be a spider’s web.
He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: he shall hold it fast, but it shall not endure.
He
is green before the sun, and his branch shooteth forth in his garden.
His roots are wrapped about the heap,
and seeth the place of stones.
If he destroy him from his place, then
it shall deny him,
saying, I have not seen thee.
Behold, this
is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.
Behold, Elohim will not cast away a perfect
man, neither will he help the evil doers:
Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.
They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; and the dwelling place of the wicked shall come to nought.