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1 And Job answered and said,

2 I have heard many such [things]. You [are] all miserable comforters.

3 [Shall] words of wind [have] an end? Or what provokes you that you should answer?

4 I also could speak as you [do]; if your soul were in my soul's place. I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.

5 I might make you strong with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would spare you.

6 Though I speak, my pain is not held back, and [though] I forbear, in what way am I eased?

7 But now He has made me weary; You have made all my company desolate.

8 And You have plucked me, for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me, and it answers to my face.

9 His anger has torn and hated [me]; He gnashes on me with His teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes at me;

10 They have gaped on me with their mouth; and have scornfully beaten me on the cheek; they gather themselves against me.

11 God has delivered me to the perverse; and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, but He has broken me in pieces; yea, [He has] also taken [me] by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up for His mark.

13 His archers hem me in; He splits my inward parts, and does not spare; He pours out my gall on the ground.

14 He breaks me with break on break; He runs on me like a giant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin and thrust my horn in the dust.

16 My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;

17 though no violence [is] in my hand, and my prayer [is] pure.

18 Oh earth, do not cover my blood, and let not my cry have a place.

19 Also now, behold, my Witness [is] in Heaven, and He who testifies of me [is] on high.

20 My friends scorn me; my eye pours out [tears] to God.

21 Oh that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleads] for his neighbor!

22 For the years [that are few] will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.