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+Job.
+Chapter 19.
+And Job made answer and said, 
+How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words? 
+Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong. 
+And, truly, if I have been in error, the effect of my error is only on myself. 
+If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me, 
+Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net. 
+Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause. 
+My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark. 
+He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head. 
+I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree. 
+His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters. 
+His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine. 
+He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me. 
+My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds. 
+I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country. 
+At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him. 
+My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body. 
+Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me. 
+All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me. 
+My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth. 
+Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me. 
+Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me? 
+If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book! 
+And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever! 
+But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust; 
+And ... without my flesh I will see God; 
+Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire. 
+If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him: 
+Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.