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Then was kindled the wrath of Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram: against Job was his wrath kindled, because he justified himself rather than God.

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

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

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

Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.

And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young, and ye are very old; Wherefore I held back, and durst not show you mine opinion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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:

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

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

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

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

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

Job 31

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

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

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

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