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

For what is the portion from God above, And the heritage from the Almighty on high?

If my heart hath been enticed unto a woman, And I have laid wait at my neighbor's door;

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

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

If my step hath turned out of the way, And my heart walked after mine eyes, And if any spot hath cleaved to my hands:

If I have walked with falsehood, And my foot hath hasted to deceit;

My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

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

I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

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

Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

Doth not he see my ways, And number all my steps?

For that were a heinous crime; Yea, it were an iniquity to be punished by the judges:

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

If I have despised the cause of my man-servant or of my maid-servant, When they contended with me;

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

Then let my wife grind unto another, And let others bow down upon her.

Job 31

Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.

Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.

Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.

When I looked for good, then evil came; And when I waited for light, there came darkness.

He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.