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1	Job's Reply to Eliphaz / I Have Often Heard This Job said:	Then Job answered and said,
2	I have often heard this, and it offers no comfort.	I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3	So why don't you keep quiet? What's bothering you?	Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4	If I were in your place, it would be easy to criticize or to give advice.	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 mine head at you.
5	But I would offer hope and comfort instead.	But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
6	If I speak, or if I don't, I hurt all the same. My torment continues.	Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7	God has worn me down and destroyed my family;	But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8	my shriveled up skin proves that I am his prisoner.	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.
9	God is my hateful enemy, glaring at me and attacking with his sharp teeth.	He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10	Everyone is against me; they sneer and slap my face.	They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
11	And God is the one who handed me over to this merciless mob.	God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12	Everything Was Going Well Everything was going well, until God grabbed my neck and shook me to pieces. God set me up as the target	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.
13	for his arrows, and without showing mercy, he slashed my stomach open, spilling out my insides.	His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14	God never stops attacking,	He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15	and so, in my sorrow I dress in sackcloth and sit in the dust.	I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16	My face is red with tears, and dark shadows circle my eyes,	My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17	though I am not violent, and my prayers are sincere.	Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
18	If I should die, I beg the earth not to cover my cry for justice.	O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19	Even now, God in heaven is both my witness and my protector.	Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
20	My friends have rejected me, but God is the one I beg	My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
21	to show that I am right, just as a friend should.	O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
22	Because in only a few years, I will be dead and gone.	When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.