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The Book of Job

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- Chapter 19 -

Job trusts in his redeemer

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And Job answers and says:
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“Until when do you afflict my soul, || And bruise me with words?
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These ten times you put me to shame, you do not blush. You make yourselves strange to me—
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And also—truly, I have erred, || My error remains with me.
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If, truly, you magnify yourselves over me, || And decide my reproach against me;
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Know now, that God turned me upside down, || And has set around His net against me,
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Behold, I cry out—violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
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He hedged up my way, and I do not pass over, || And He places darkness on my paths.
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He has stripped my honor from off me, || And He turns the crown from my head.
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He breaks me down all around, and I go, || And removes my hope like a tree.
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And He kindles His anger against me, || And reckons me to Him as His adversaries.
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His troops come in together, || And they raise up their way against me, || And encamp around my tent.
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He has put my brothers far off from me, || And my acquaintances have surely been estranged from me.
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My neighbors have ceased || And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
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Sojourners of my house and my maids, || Reckon me for a stranger; I have been an alien in their eyes.
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I have called to my servant, || And he does not answer, || With my mouth I make supplication to him.
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My spirit is strange to my wife, || And my favors to the sons of my [mother’s] womb.
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Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
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All the men of my counsel detest me, || And those I have loved, || Have been turned against me.
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To my skin and to my flesh || My bone has cleaved, || And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
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Pity me, pity me, you my friends, || For the hand of God has struck against me.
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Why do you pursue me as God? And are not satisfied with my flesh?
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Who grants now, that my words may be written? Who grants that they may be inscribed in a scroll?
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With a pen of iron and lead—They may be hewn in a rock forever.
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That—I have known my Redeemer, || The Living and the Last, || For He raises the dust.
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And after my skin has surrounded this [body], || Then from my flesh I see God—
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Whom I see on my side, || And my eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, || My reins have been consumed in my bosom.
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But you say, Why do we pursue after him? And the root of the matter has been found in me.
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Be afraid because of the sword, || For the punishments of the sword [are] furious, || That you may know that [there is] a judgment.”
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Job trusts in his redeemer

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Then Job answered,
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“How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
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You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
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If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
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If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach,
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know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.
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“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
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He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass, and has set darkness in my paths.
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He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
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He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.
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He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
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His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
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“He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
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My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
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Those who dwell in my house and my maids consider me a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.
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I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.
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My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
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Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
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All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
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My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.
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Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
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“Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
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That with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!
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But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
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After my skin is destroyed, then I will see God in my flesh,
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whom I, even I, will see on my side. My eyes will see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.
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If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’ because the root of the matter is found in me,
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be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”
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