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JobChapter 16 |
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1 THEN Job answered and said, |
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2 I have heard many such things; wicked comforters are you all. |
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3 Do not grieve my spirit with words; even though you speak, I will not answer. |
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4 I also could speak as you do; I wish you were in my place, then I could try you out with words, and shake my head at you. |
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5 I would prove you with your own words, and the words of my lips would not spare you. |
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6 If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, who can comfort me? |
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7 But now he has troubled me, and yet has preserved all of my testimony. |
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8 Thou didst appoint me and I became a witness, but my lies have testified against me; and I spoke in his presence. |
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9 He has torn me and broken me in his wrath; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes against me. |
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10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth reproachfully; they have smitten me upon my cheeks; they were filled with rage against me. |
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11 God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. |
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12 I was at ease, but he has smitten me; he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his target. |
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13 His arrows are round about me, he shoots at my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground. |
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14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs against me like a giant. |
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15 I have girded sackcloth upon my skin, and I have covered my head with dust. |
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16 My face is troubled with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
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17 But not for any iniquity in my hands; my prayer also is pure. |
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18 O earth, cover not my blood, and let my cry have no place! |
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19 And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my acquaintances are on high. |
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20 O my brethren and my neighbors! my eyes pour out tears to God! |
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21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor! |
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22 For the number of a man's years will come to an end; then he shall go the way from whence he shall not return. |
Книга ИоваГлава 16 |
JobChapter 16 |
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1 THEN Job answered and said, |
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2 I have heard many such things; wicked comforters are you all. |
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3 Do not grieve my spirit with words; even though you speak, I will not answer. |
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4 I also could speak as you do; I wish you were in my place, then I could try you out with words, and shake my head at you. |
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5 I would prove you with your own words, and the words of my lips would not spare you. |
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6 If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, who can comfort me? |
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7 But now he has troubled me, and yet has preserved all of my testimony. |
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8 Thou didst appoint me and I became a witness, but my lies have testified against me; and I spoke in his presence. |
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9 He has torn me and broken me in his wrath; he gnashes upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes against me. |
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10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth reproachfully; they have smitten me upon my cheeks; they were filled with rage against me. |
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11 God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. |
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12 I was at ease, but he has smitten me; he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his target. |
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13 His arrows are round about me, he shoots at my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground. |
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14 He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs against me like a giant. |
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15 I have girded sackcloth upon my skin, and I have covered my head with dust. |
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16 My face is troubled with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
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17 But not for any iniquity in my hands; my prayer also is pure. |
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18 O earth, cover not my blood, and let my cry have no place! |
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19 And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my acquaintances are on high. |
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20 O my brethren and my neighbors! my eyes pour out tears to God! |
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21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor! |
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22 For the number of a man's years will come to an end; then he shall go the way from whence he shall not return. |