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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: -- |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able? |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways? |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off? |
| 8 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData As I have seen -- ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it! |
| 9 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed. |
| 10 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken. |
| 11 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate. |
| 12 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it. |
| 13 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, |
| 14 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear. |
| 15 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh; |
| 16 |
fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude `is' over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear: |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData `Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner? |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.' |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.) |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish. |
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fjrigjwwe9r2Younhs_EN_Bible:TextData Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom! |
