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(Nay, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, And her have I guided from my mother's womb);

(Let me be weighed in an even balance, That God may know mine integrity);

Did not he that made me in the womb make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?

For it is a fire that consumeth unto Destruction, And would root out all mine increase.

Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yea, let the produce of my field be rooted out.

Or have eaten my morsel alone, And the fatherless hath not eaten thereof;

Is it not calamity to the unrighteous, And disaster to the workers of iniquity?

What then shall I do when God riseth up? And when he visiteth, what shall I answer him?

If I have seen any perish for want of clothing, Or that the needy had no covering;

If I have withheld the poor from `their' desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

I made a covenant with mine eyes; How then should I look upon a virgin?

If I have beheld the sun when it shined, Or the moon walking in brightness,

This also were an iniquity to be punished by the judges; For I should have denied the God that is above.

If his loins have not blessed me, And if he hath not been warmed with the fleece of my sheep;

And my heart hath been secretly enticed, And my mouth hath kissed my hand:

Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.

For calamity from God is a terror to me, And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.

If I have rejoiced at the destruction of him that hated me, Or lifted up myself when evil found him;

If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, And because my hand had gotten much;

If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, `Thou art' my confidence;

If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, Because I saw my help in the gate:

If like Adam I have covered my transgressions, By hiding mine iniquity in my bosom,

If I have eaten the fruits thereof without money, Or have caused the owners thereof to lose their life:

(The sojourner hath not lodged in the street; But I have opened my doors to the traveller);

(Yea, I have not suffered by mouth to sin By asking his life with a curse);

If my land crieth out against me, And the furrows thereof weep together;

I would declare unto him the number of my steps; As a prince would I go near unto him.

Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:

If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one that hath not been filled with his meat?

Oh that I had one to hear me! (Lo, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); And `that I had' the indictment which mine adversary hath written!

Because I feared the great multitude, And the contempt of families terrified me, So that I kept silence, and went not out of the door-

Let thistles grow instead of wheat, And cockle instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.