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Then Job answered and said,
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I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
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Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
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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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But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage 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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But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
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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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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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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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God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
