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diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_16_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_16_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf87a7e --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_16_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +Job. +Chapter 16. +And Job made answer and said, +Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble. +May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them? +It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you: +I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips. +If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me? +But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble. +It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face. +I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes; +Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me. +God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers. +I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows. +His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth. +I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war. +I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust. +My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark; +Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean. +O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place! +Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high. +My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping, +So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour. +For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back. |