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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: -- |
| 2 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData God liveth! He turned aside my judgment, And the Mighty -- He made my soul bitter. |
| 3 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils. |
| 4 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData My lips do not speak perverseness, And my tongue doth not utter deceit. |
| 5 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Pollution to me -- if I justify you, Till I expire I turn not aside mine integrity from me. |
| 6 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData On my righteousness I have laid hold, And I do not let it go, My heart doth not reproach me while I live. |
| 7 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse. |
| 8 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul? |
| 9 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him? |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData On the Mighty doth he delight himself? Call God at all times? |
| 11 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData I shew you by the hand of God, That which `is' with the Mighty I hide not. |
| 12 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, ye -- all of you -- have seen, And why `is' this -- ye are altogether vain? |
| 13 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData This `is' the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive. |
| 14 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread. |
| 15 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep. |
| 16 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing, |
| 17 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth `it' on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion. |
| 18 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made. |
| 19 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not. |
| 20 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind. |
| 21 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place, |
| 22 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth. |
| 23 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place. |
