| 1 | Then Job answered,
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| 2 | "Truly I know that it is so, But how can man be just with God?
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| 3 | If he is pleased to contend with him, He can't answer him one time in a thousand.
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| 4 | God who is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: Who has hardened himself against him, and prospered?
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| 5 | Who removes the mountains, and they don't know it, When he overturns them in his anger
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| 6 | Who shakes the earth out of its place; The pillars of it tremble;
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| 7 | Who commands the sun, and it doesn't rise, And seals up the stars;
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| 8 | Who alone stretches out the heavens, Treads on the waves of the sea;
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| 9 | Who makes the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south;
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| 10 | Who does great things past finding out, Yes, marvelous things without number.
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| 11 | Behold, he goes by me, and I don't see him. He passes on also, but I don't perceive him.
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| 12 | Behold, he snatches away; who can hinder him? Who will ask him, 'What are you doing?'
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| 13 | "God will not withdraw his anger; The helpers of Rahab stoop under him.
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| 14 | How much less shall I answer him, Choose my words to argue with him?
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| 15 | Whom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer. I would make supplication to my judge.
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| 16 | If I had called, and he had answered me, Yet would I not believe that he listened to my voice.
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| 17 | For he breaks me with a tempest, Multiplies my wounds without cause.
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| 18 | He will not allow me to take my breath, But fills me with bitterness.
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| 19 | If it is a matter of strength, behold, he is mighty! If of justice, 'Who,' says he, 'will summon me?'
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| 20 | Though I am righteous, my own mouth shall condemn me. Though I am blameless, it shall prove me perverse.
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| 21 | I am blameless. I don't regard myself. I despise my life.
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| 22 | "It is all the same. Therefore I say, He destroys the blameless and the wicked.
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| 23 | If the scourge kills suddenly, He will mock at the trial of the innocent.
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| 24 | The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of the judges of it. If not he, then who is it?
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| 25 | "Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
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| 26 | They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.
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| 27 | If I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;'
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| 28 | I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
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| 29 | I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
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| 30 | If I wash myself with snow, And cleanse my hands with lye,
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| 31 | Yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
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| 32 | For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.
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| 33 | There is no umpire between us, That might lay his hand on us both.
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| 34 | Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:
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| 35 | Then I would speak, and not fear him, For I am not so in myself.
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