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| 4:1 | 
                                 
                                    And Eliphaz the Temanite answereth and saith: --
                                 
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| 4:2 | 
                                 
                                    Hath one tried a word with thee? -- Thou art weary! And to keep in words who is able?
                                 
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| 4:3 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, thou hast instructed many, And feeble hands thou makest strong.
                                 
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| 4:4 | 
                                 
                                    The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.
                                 
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| 4:5 | 
                                 
                                    But now, it cometh in unto thee, And thou art weary; It striketh unto thee, and thou art troubled.
                                 
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| 4:6 | 
                                 
                                    Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
                                 
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| 4:7 | 
                                 
                                    Remember, I pray thee, Who, being innocent, hath perished? And where have the upright been cut off?
                                 
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| 4:8 | 
                                 
                                    As I have seen -- ploughers of iniquity, And sowers of misery, reap it!
                                 
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| 4:9 | 
                                 
                                    From the breath of God they perish, And from the spirit of His anger consumed.
                                 
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| 4:10 | 
                                 
                                    The roaring of a lion, And the voice of a fierce lion, And teeth of young lions have been broken.
                                 
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| 4:11 | 
                                 
                                    An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.
                                 
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| 4:12 | 
                                 
                                    And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.
                                 
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| 4:13 | 
                                 
                                    In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
                                 
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| 4:14 | 
                                 
                                    Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
                                 
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| 4:15 | 
                                 
                                    And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;
                                 
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| 4:16 | 
                                 
                                    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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| 4:17 | 
                                 
                                    `Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
                                 
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| 4:18 | 
                                 
                                    Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'
                                 
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| 4:19 | 
                                 
                                    Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
                                 
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| 4:20 | 
                                 
                                    From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
                                 
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| 4:21 | 
                                 
                                    Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!
                                 
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