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| 16:1 | 
                                 
                                    Then Job answered,
                                 
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| 16:2 | 
                                 
                                    "I have heard many such things; Sorry comforters are you all.
                                 
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| 16:3 | 
                                 
                                    "Is there no limit to windy words? Or what plagues you that you answer?
                                 
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| 16:4 | 
                                 
                                    "I too could speak like you, If I were in your place. I could compose words against you And shake my head at you.
                                 
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| 16:5 | 
                                 
                                    "I could strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips could lessen your pain.
                                 
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| 16:6 | 
                                 
                                    "If I speak, my pain is not lessened, And if I hold back, what has left me?
                                 
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| 16:7 | 
                                 
                                    "But now He has exhausted me; You have laid waste all my company.
                                 
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| 16:8 | 
                                 
                                    "You have shriveled me up, It has become a witness; And my leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.
                                 
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| 16:9 | 
                                 
                                    "His anger has torn me and hunted me down, He has gnashed at me with His teeth; My adversary glares at me.
                                 
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| 16:10 | 
                                 
                                    "They have gaped at me with their mouth, They have slapped me on the cheek with contempt; They have massed themselves against me.
                                 
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| 16:11 | 
                                 
                                    "God hands me over to ruffians And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.
                                 
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| 16:12 | 
                                 
                                    "I was at ease, but He shattered me, And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces; He has also set me up as His target.
                                 
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| 16:13 | 
                                 
                                    "His arrows surround me. Without mercy He splits my kidneys open; He pours out my gall on the ground.
                                 
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| 16:14 | 
                                 
                                    "He breaks through me with breach after breach; He runs at me like a warrior.
                                 
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| 16:15 | 
                                 
                                    "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin And thrust my horn in the dust.
                                 
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| 16:16 | 
                                 
                                    "My face is flushed from weeping, And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
                                 
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| 16:17 | 
                                 
                                    Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
                                 
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| 16:18 | 
                                 
                                    "O earth, do not cover my blood, And let there be no resting place for my cry.
                                 
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| 16:19 | 
                                 
                                    "Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And my advocate is on high.
                                 
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| 16:20 | 
                                 
                                    "My friends are my scoffers; My eye weeps to God.
                                 
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| 16:21 | 
                                 
                                    "O that a man might plead with God As a man with his neighbor!
                                 
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| 16:22 | 
                                 
                                    "For when a few years are past, I shall go the way of no return.
                                 
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