1902 Rotherham's Emphasized Bible (EBR)
Job 16
1 Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness. 7 He sheweth the pitifulness of his case. 17 He maintaineth his innocency.
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Then responded Job, and said:—
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I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!
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Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?
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I also, like you, could speak,—If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
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I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.
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Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain,—And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
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But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family;
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And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.
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His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me.
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They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
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GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
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At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark:
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His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
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He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
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Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled—in the dust—my horn:
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My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade:—
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Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure.
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O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry.
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Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness,
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And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears:—
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That one might plead, for a man, with GOD,—Even a son of man, for his friend!
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When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.
