Chapter 19

Job lamenteth his friend's cruelty, ℣.6 affirmeth that his so great affliction is not for his sins, ℣.25 and comforteth himself with his undoubted belief of the Resurrection.

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   But Job answering, said: you afflict my soul, and wear me with words?

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   Behold, ten times you confound

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   How long do me, and are not ashamed oppressing me.

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   For although I have been ignorant, mine ignorance shall be with me.

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   But you are set up against me, & reprove me with reproaches.

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   At the least now understand ye, that God hath afflicted me not with equal judgment, and hath compassed me with his scourges.

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   Behold I shall cry suffering violence, and no man will hear: I shall cry out, and there is none to judge.

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   He hath hedged my path round about and I can not pass, and in my way hath put darkness.

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   He hath spoiled me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head.

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    He hath destroyed me on every side, and I perish, and as it were from a tree plucked hath he taken away my hope.

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    His fury is wrath against me, and he hath so accounted me as his enemy.

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    His servants have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.

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    He hath made my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance as strangers have departed from me.

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    My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me have forgotten me.

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    The guests of my house, and my maidservants have counted me an alien, and I have been as it were a stranger in their eyes.

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    I called my servant, and he did not answer me, with mine own mouth I besought him.

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    My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I prayed the children of my womb.

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    Fools also despised me, and when I was departed from them, they backbited me.

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    My counsellers sometime have abhorred me: & he whom I loved most hath turned against me.

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    The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and there are left only lips about my teeth.

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    Have mercy upon me, have mercy upon me, at the least you my friends, because the hand of our Lord hath touched me.

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    Why do you as God persecute me, and are filled with my flesh?

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    Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will give me that they may be drawn in a Book,

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    with iron pen, & in plate of lead, or else with stile might be graven in flint-stone?

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    For I know that my Redeemer liveth, & in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.

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    And I shall be compassed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see God.

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    Whom I my self shall see, & mine eyes shall behold, & none other: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.

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    Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, & let us find root of word against him?

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    Fly therefore from the face of the sword, because the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is judgment.