King James Version
Job • Chapter 30
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And now the young men laughed at me, from the days when I rejected their fathers to set them with the dogs of my flock.
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Their hands also have power over me; I am lost like a flower.
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In the absence and in the fateful hour, the naked bodies are a horror and a desolation.
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The collectors of salt gather leaves of the bush and roots of broom for the fire.
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From the grave they will be driven away; they will cry out against you like a thief.
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In the rushing of rivers to dwell among the rocky cliffs and crevices.
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Among the bushes they will snort; under the thorns they will come together.
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The sons of the wicked also are removed from the land.
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And now I was their song, and I was to them for a proverb.
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They have turned away from me and do not spare my face; they have not withheld the rain.
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For he has increased, and he will answer me, and they sent a bridle from before me.
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On the right, flower blossoms will arise, their feet will be sent forth, and they will ascend along the paths of their dread.
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You have abandoned my paths; they will not help you.
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As a wide breach, they shall come upon it; under the devastation, they have rolled away.
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You will pursue my willing spirit in the depths of the abyss.
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And now my soul will be poured out; my days of affliction will seize me.
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At night I am pierced and do not lie down.
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With great strength, I will be dressed in my garment; as for my tunic, it will gird me.
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"Reveal to me the clay, and I will rule like dust and ashes."
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I cried out to you, and you did not answer; I stood, and you looked at me.
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You will turn into a cruel one against me; by the might of your hand, you will hate me.
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Lift me up with a spirit of strength, and let me not be shaken; make me equal to wisdom.
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For I have known that death will bring me back, and to the appointed place for all living.
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But he will not send a hand if in his keep there is a shout.
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If I did not weep for the hard day, my soul was troubled for the poor.
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For I hoped for good, and evil came; I waited for light, and darkness came.
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From my suffering they have boiled, and they did not resemble the days of my affliction.
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I walked in darkness; I stood in the assembly, I will proclaim.
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I was like a jackal and a companion to the daughters of ostriches.
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My skin is dark upon me, and my bones burn with heat.
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And it was for mourning like the note of a harp and like the sound of weeping.