Job 16
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Then Job answered,
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You are all miserable comforters!
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Or what provokes you that you answer?
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and shake my head at you,
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The solace of my lips would relieve you.
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Though I forbear, what am I eased?
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You have made all my company desolate.
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It testifies to my face.
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My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
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They gather themselves together against me.
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and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
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He has also set me up for his target.
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He pours out my bile on the ground.
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He runs at me like a giant.
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and have thrust my horn in the dust.
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Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
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and my prayer is pure.
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Let my cry have no place to rest.
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He who vouches for me is on high.
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My eyes pour out tears to God,
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of a son of man with his neighbor!
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I will go the way of no return.