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| 16:1 | 
                                 
                                    Then Job replied:
                                 
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| 16:2 | 
                                 
                                    "I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all!
                                 
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| 16:3 | 
                                 
                                    Will your long-winded speeches never end? What ails you that you keep on arguing?
                                 
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| 16:4 | 
                                 
                                    I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head at you.
                                 
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| 16:5 | 
                                 
                                    But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.
                                 
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| 16:6 | 
                                 
                                    "Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.
                                 
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| 16:7 | 
                                 
                                    Surely, O God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
                                 
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| 16:8 | 
                                 
                                    You have bound me--and it has become a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
                                 
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| 16:9 | 
                                 
                                    God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.
                                 
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| 16:10 | 
                                 
                                    Men open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me.
                                 
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| 16:11 | 
                                 
                                    God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
                                 
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| 16:12 | 
                                 
                                    All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
                                 
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| 16:13 | 
                                 
                                    his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
                                 
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| 16:14 | 
                                 
                                    Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
                                 
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| 16:15 | 
                                 
                                    "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
                                 
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| 16:16 | 
                                 
                                    My face is red with weeping, deep shadows ring my eyes;
                                 
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| 16:17 | 
                                 
                                    yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure.
                                 
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| 16:18 | 
                                 
                                    "O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!
                                 
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| 16:19 | 
                                 
                                    Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high.
                                 
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| 16:20 | 
                                 
                                    My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
                                 
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| 16:21 | 
                                 
                                    on behalf of a man he pleads with God as a man pleads for his friend.
                                 
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| 16:22 | 
                                 
                                    "Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.
                                 
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