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JOB 16:1 Then Job answered and said,
JOB 16:2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
JOB 16:3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
JOB 16:4 I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.
JOB 16:5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth and the moving of my lips should assuage your grief.
JOB 16:6 Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
JOB 16:7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
JOB 16:8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
JOB 16:9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; my enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
JOB 16:10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves against me.
JOB 16:11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
JOB 16:12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
JOB 16:13 His archers encompass me; he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
JOB 16:14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
JOB 16:15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
JOB 16:16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids are the shades of death;
JOB 16:17 Not for any injustice in my hands: also my prayer is pure.
JOB 16:18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
JOB 16:19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
JOB 16:20 My friends scorn me: but my eye poureth out tears to God.
JOB 16:21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbor!
JOB 16:22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.