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Then Job answered and said,
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Then Job defended himself:
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Then Job replied:
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Then Job answered and said:
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Then Job spoke again:
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I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
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"I've had all I can take of your talk. What a bunch of miserable comforters!
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"I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all!
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"I have heard many such things; Miserable comforters are you all!
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"I have heard all this before. What miserable comforters you are!
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Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
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Is there no end to your windbag speeches? What's your problem that you go on and on like this?
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Will your long-winded speeches never end? What ails you that you keep on arguing?
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Shall words of wind have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
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Won't you ever stop your flow of foolish words? What have I said that makes you speak so endlessly?
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I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
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If you were in my shoes, I could talk just like you. I could put together a terrific harangue and really let you have it.
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I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head at you.
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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;
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I could say the same things if you were in my place. I could spout off my criticisms against you and shake my head at you.
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But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
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But I'd never do that. I'd console and comfort, make things better, not worse!
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But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.
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But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief.
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But that's not what I would do. I would speak in a way that helps you. I would try to take away your grief.
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Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
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"When I speak up, I feel no better; if I say nothing, that doesn't help either.
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"Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.
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"Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; And if I remain silent, how am I eased?
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But as it is, my grief remains no matter how I defend myself. And it does not help if I refuse to speak.
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But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
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I feel worn down. God, you have wasted me totally--me and my family!
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Surely, O God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
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But now He has worn me out; You have made desolate all my company.
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"O God, you have ground me down and devastated my family.
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And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
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You've shriveled me like a dried prune, showing the world that you're against me. My gaunt face stares back at me from the mirror, a mute witness to your treatment of me.
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You have bound me-and it has become a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
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You have shriveled me up, And it is a witness against me; My leanness rises up against me And bears witness to my face.
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You have reduced me to skin and bones--as proof, they say, of my sins.
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He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
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Your anger tears at me, your teeth rip me to shreds, your eyes burn holes in me--God, my enemy!
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God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.
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He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.
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God hates me and tears angrily at my flesh. He gnashes his teeth at me and pierces me with his eyes.
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They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
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People take one look at me and gasp. Contemptuous, they slap me around and gang up against me.
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Men open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me.
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They gape at me with their mouth, They strike me reproachfully on the cheek, They gather together against me.
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People jeer and laugh at me. They slap my cheek in contempt. A mob gathers against me.
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God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
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And God just stands there and lets them do it, lets wicked people do what they want with me.
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God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
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God has delivered me to the ungodly, And turned me over to the hands of the wicked.
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God has handed me over to sinners. He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.
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I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
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I was contentedly minding my business when God beat me up. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me around. He set me up as his target,
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All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
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I was at ease, but He has shattered me; He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces; He has set me up for His target,
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"I was living quietly until he broke me apart. He took me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. Then he set me up as his target.
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His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
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then rounded up archers to shoot at me. Merciless, they shot me full of arrows; bitter bile poured from my gut to the ground.
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his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
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His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground.
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His archers surrounded me, and his arrows pierced me without mercy. The ground is wet with my blood.
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He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
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He burst in on me, onslaught after onslaught, charging me like a mad bull.
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Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
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He breaks me with wound upon wound; He runs at me like a warrior.
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Again and again he smashed me, charging at me like a warrior.
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I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
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"I sewed myself a shroud and wore it like a shirt; I lay face down in the dirt.
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"I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
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"I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, And laid my head in the dust.
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Here I sit in sackcloth. I have surrendered, and I sit in the dust.
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My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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Now my face is blotched red from weeping; look at the dark shadows under my eyes,
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My face is red with weeping, deep shadows ring my eyes;
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My face is flushed from weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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My eyes are red with weeping; darkness covers my eyes.
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Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
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Even though I've never hurt a soul and my prayers are sincere!
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yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure.
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Although no violence is in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
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Yet I am innocent, and my prayer is pure.
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O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
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"O Earth, don't cover up the wrong done to me! Don't muffle my cry!
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"O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!
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"O earth, do not cover my blood, And let my cry have no resting place!
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"O earth, do not conceal my blood. Let it cry out on my behalf.
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Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
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There must be Someone in heaven who knows the truth about me, in highest heaven, some Attorney who can clear my name--
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Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high.
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Surely even now my witness is in heaven, And my evidence is on high.
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Even now my witness is in heaven. My advocate is there on high.
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My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
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My Champion, my Friend, while I'm weeping my eyes out before God.
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My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
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My friends scorn me; My eyes pour out tears to God.
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My friends scorn me, but I pour out my tears to God.
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O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
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I appeal to the One who represents mortals before God as a neighbor stands up for a neighbor.
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on behalf of a man he pleads with God as a man pleads for his friend.
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Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, As a man pleads for his neighbor!
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Oh, that someone would mediate between God and me, as a person mediates between friends.
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When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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"Only a few years are left before I set out on the road of no return.
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"Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.
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For when a few years are finished, I shall go the way of no return.
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For soon I must go down that road from which I will never return.
