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The Book of Job
Chapter 19
Job complains of the cruelty of his friends; he describes his own sufferings: and his belief of a future resurrection.
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Then Job answered, and said: |
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How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words? |
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Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me. |
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For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me. |
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But you set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches. |
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At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges. |
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Behold I shall cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge. |
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He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness. |
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He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head. |
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He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up. |
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His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy. |
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His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about. |
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He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me. |
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My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me. |
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They that dwell in my house, and my maidservants have counted me as a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes. |
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I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth. |
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My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb. |
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Even fools despised me, and when I was gone from them, they spoke against me. |
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They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I loved most is turned against me. |
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The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth. |
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Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me. |
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Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh? |
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Who will grant me that my words may be written? who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book? |
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With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone? |
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For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth. |
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And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God. |
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Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom. |
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Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him? |
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Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is a judgment. |
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