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| | Job 16:1 | And Job answered and said,
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| | Job 16:2 | I have heard many such things: grievous comforters are ye all.
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| | Job 16:3 | Shall words of wind have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
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| | Job 16:4 | I also could speak as ye: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join together words against you, and shake my head at you;
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| | Job 16:5 | [But] I would encourage you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips should assuage [your pain].
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| | Job 16:6 | If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased?
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| | Job 16:7 | But now he hath made me weary; ... thou hast made desolate all my family;
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| | Job 16:8 | Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face.
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| | Job 16:9 | His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; [as] mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me.
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| | Job 16:10 | They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me.
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| | Job 16:11 | ·God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.
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| | Job 16:12 | I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
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| | Job 16:13 | His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
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| | Job 16:14 | He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man.
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| | Job 16:15 | I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.
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| | Job 16:16 | My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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| | Job 16:17 | Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
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| | Job 16:18 | O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!
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| | Job 16:19 | Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, and he that voucheth for me is in the heights.
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| | Job 16:20 | My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto +God.
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| | Job 16:21 | Oh that there were arbitration for a man with +God, as a son of man for his friend!
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| | Job 16:22 | For years [few] in number shall pass, -- and I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
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