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Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.

He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, And shall cast off his flower as the olive-tree.

He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

Then Job answered and said,

For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: Therefore shalt thou not exalt `them'.

O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no `resting' -place.

Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.

I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

Because he hath covered his face with his fatness, And gathered fat upon his loins;

That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor!

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.

Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?

His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

He that denounceth his friends for a prey, Even the eyes of his children shall fail.

Because he hath stretched out his hand against God, And behaveth himself proudly against the Almighty;

Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

Job 17

(Which wise men have told From their fathers, and have not hid it;

Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.

I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

He shall not depart out of darkness; The flame shall dry up his branches, And by the breath of `God's' mouth shall he go away.

He wandereth abroad for bread, `saying', Where is it? He knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.

He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, And he is waited for of the sword.

Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

He runneth upon him with a `stiff' neck, With the thick bosses of his bucklers;

They conceive mischief, and bring forth iniquity, And their heart prepareth deceit.

For the company of the godless shall be barren, And fire shall consume the tents of bribery.