Job's Faith That God Will Vindicate Him |
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Then Job answered and said,
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How long will ye vex my soul,
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and break me in pieces with words? |
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These ten times have ye reproached me:
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ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me. |
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And be it indeed that I have erred,
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mine error remaineth with myself. |
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If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me,
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and plead against me my reproach; |
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know now that God hath overthrown me,
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and hath compassed me with his net. |
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Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard:
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I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. |
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He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass,
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and he hath set darkness in my paths. |
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He hath stripped me of my glory,
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and taken the crown from my head. |
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He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone:
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and mine hope hath he removed like a tree. |
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He hath also kindled his wrath against me,
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and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies. |
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His troops come together, and raise up their way against me,
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and encamp round about my tabernacle. |
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He hath put my brethren far from me,
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and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me. |
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My kinsfolk have failed,
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and my familiar friends have forgotten me. |
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They that dwell in mine house, and my maids,
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count me for a stranger: |
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I am an alien in their sight. |
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I called my servant, and he gave me no answer;
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I entreated him with my mouth. |
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My breath is strange to my wife,
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though I entreated for the children's sake of mine own body. |
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Yea, young children despised me;
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I arose, and they spake against me. |
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All my inward friends abhorred me:
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and they whom I loved are turned against me. |
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My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh,
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and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth. |
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Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends;
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for the hand of God hath touched me. |
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Why do ye persecute me as God,
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and are not satisfied with my flesh? |
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Oh that my words were now written!
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Oh that they were printed in a book! |
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That they were graven with an iron pen and lead
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For I know that my Redeemer liveth,
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and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: |
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and though after my skin worms destroy this body,
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yet in my flesh shall I see God: |
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whom I shall see for myself,
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and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; |
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though my reins be consumed within me. |
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But ye should say, Why persecute we him,
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seeing the root of the matter is found in me? |
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Be ye afraid of the sword:
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for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, |
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that ye may know there is a judgment. |
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