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Then Job answered and said, |
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I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God? |
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If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand. |
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He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered? |
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Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger. |
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Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble. |
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Which commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars. |
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Which alone spreadeth out the heavens, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea. |
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Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south. |
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Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number. |
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Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not. |
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Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou? |
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If God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him. |
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How much less shall I answer him, and choose out my words to reason with him? |
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Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, but I would make supplication to my judge. |
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If I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice. |
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For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause. |
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He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness. |
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If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead? |
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If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse. |
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Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life. |
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This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked. |
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If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent. |
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The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he? |
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Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. |
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They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey. |
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If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself: |
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I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent. |
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If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain? |
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If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean; |
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Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me. |
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For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment. |
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Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both. |
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Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me: |
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Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me. |