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Job » Faith strained but victorious
How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words? These ten times, have ye reviled me, Shameless ye wrong me. And even if indeed I have erred, with myself lodgeth mine error. read more.
If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach. Know, then, that, God, hath overthrown me, and, within his net, enclosed me. Lo! I cry - out: Violence! but receive no answer, I cry aloud, but there is no vindication; My way, hath he walled up, that I cannot pass, and, upon my paths, hath he made darkness rest; My glory - from off me, hath he stripped, and hath removed the crown of my head; He hath ruined me on every side, and I am gone, and he hath taken away - like a tree - my hope; Yea he hath kindled against me his anger, and accounted me towards him like unto his adversaries; Together, enter his troops and have cast up, against me, their mound, and have encamped all around my tent; My Brethren - from beside me, hath he moved far away, and, mine acquaintance, are wholly estranged from me; Failed me, have my near of kin, and, mine intimate acquaintances, have forgotten me; Ye guests of my house and my maidens, A stranger, have ye accounted me, An alien, have I become in their eyes; To mine own servant, I called, and he would not answer, With mine own mouth, I kept entreating him; My breath, is strange to my wife, and I am loathsome to the sons of my own mother; Even young children, despise me, I rise up, and they speak against me; All the men of mine intimate circle abhor me, and, these whom I loved, have turned against me; Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth. Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me! Wherefore should ye persecute me as GOD? and, with my flesh, should not he satisfied? Oh, then, that my words, could be written, Oh that, in a record, they could be inscribed: That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven! But, I, know that, my redeemer, liveth, and, as the Last over my dust, will he arise; And, though, after my skin is struck off, this followeth , yet, apart from my flesh, shall I see GOD: Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, shall have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!
If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach. Know, then, that, God, hath overthrown me, and, within his net, enclosed me. Lo! I cry - out: Violence! but receive no answer, I cry aloud, but there is no vindication; My way, hath he walled up, that I cannot pass, and, upon my paths, hath he made darkness rest; My glory - from off me, hath he stripped, and hath removed the crown of my head; He hath ruined me on every side, and I am gone, and he hath taken away - like a tree - my hope; Yea he hath kindled against me his anger, and accounted me towards him like unto his adversaries; Together, enter his troops and have cast up, against me, their mound, and have encamped all around my tent; My Brethren - from beside me, hath he moved far away, and, mine acquaintance, are wholly estranged from me; Failed me, have my near of kin, and, mine intimate acquaintances, have forgotten me; Ye guests of my house and my maidens, A stranger, have ye accounted me, An alien, have I become in their eyes; To mine own servant, I called, and he would not answer, With mine own mouth, I kept entreating him; My breath, is strange to my wife, and I am loathsome to the sons of my own mother; Even young children, despise me, I rise up, and they speak against me; All the men of mine intimate circle abhor me, and, these whom I loved, have turned against me; Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth. Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me! Wherefore should ye persecute me as GOD? and, with my flesh, should not he satisfied? Oh, then, that my words, could be written, Oh that, in a record, they could be inscribed: That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven! But, I, know that, my redeemer, liveth, and, as the Last over my dust, will he arise; And, though, after my skin is struck off, this followeth , yet, apart from my flesh, shall I see GOD: Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, shall have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!
Persecution » Instances of » Of job
But, now, they who are of fewer days than I, have poured derision upon me; whose fathers I refused - to set with the dogs of my flock. Even the strength of their hands, wherefore was it mine? Upon them, vigour was lost; In want and hunger, they were lean, - who used to gnaw the dry ground, a dark night of desolation! read more.
Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food; Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief; In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags; Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together: Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land. But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword; They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle!
Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food; Out of the midst, were they driven, men shouted after them, as after a thief; In the fissures, of the ravines had they to dwell, in holes of dust and crags; Among the bushes, used they to shriek, Under the bramble, were they huddled together: Sons of the base, yea sons of the nameless, they were scourged out of the land. But, now, their song, have I become, Yea I serve them for a byword; They abhor me - have put themselves far from me, and, from my face, have not withheld - spittle!
For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you! Oh that ye would, altogether held your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom! Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: - read more.
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit: Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye so plead? Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him? He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial. Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you? Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks? Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.
Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit: Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye so plead? Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him? He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial. Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you? Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks? Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.
I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all! Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond? I also, like you, could speak, - If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
Verily there are mockers, with me! And, on their insults, mine eye doth rest.
How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words? These ten times, have ye reviled me, Shameless ye wrong me. And even if indeed I have erred, with myself lodgeth mine error. read more.
If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach.
If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach.