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Then Job answered and said:
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"I have heard many such things; Miserable comforters are you all!
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Shall words of wind have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?
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I also could speak as you do, If your soul were in my soul's place. I could heap up words against you, And shake my head at you;
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But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief.
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"Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; And if I remain silent, how am I eased?
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But now He has worn me out; You have made desolate all my company.
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You have shriveled me up, And it is a witness against me; My leanness rises up against me And bears witness to my face.
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He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.