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42 1 Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered and
              said,
 2 If we assay to commune with thee, wilt
              thou be grieved? but who can withhold himself from speaking?   3
              Behold,
              thou hast instructed many, and thou hast strengthened the weak
              hands.   4 Thy words have upholden him that was falling,
              and thou hast strengthened the feeble knees.   5
              But now
              it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; it toucheth thee, and
              thou art troubled.   6
              Is not this thy fear,
              thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways? 7 Remember, I pray thee, who ever
              perished, being innocent? or where were the righteous cut off?   8
              Even
              as I have seen, they that plow iniquity, and sow wickedness, reap
              the same.   9 By the blast of God they perish, and by the
              breath of his nostrils are they consumed.   10
              The roaring
              of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of
              the young lions, are broken.   11
              The old lion perisheth
              for lack of prey, and the stout lion�s whelps are scattered
              abroad. 12 Now a thing was secretly brought to me, and mine ear
              received a little thereof.   13
              In thoughts from the
              visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,   14
              Fear
              came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.   15
              Then
              a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:   16
              It
              stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was
              before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,
                17 Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man
              be more pure than his maker?   18
              Behold, he put no trust
              in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:   19
              How
              much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose
              foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before
              the moth?   20 They are destroyed from morning to evening:
              they perish for ever without any regarding it.   21
              Doth
              not their excellency which is in them go away? they die,
              even without wisdom. |