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Have You not made a fence around him and his house and all that he has, on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land.
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“Remember now, who ever perished being innocent? Or where were the upright destroyed?
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He puts no trust even in His servants; And He accuses His angels of error.
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Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces; Unregarded, they perish forever.
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In six troubles He will save you; Even in seven, evil will not touch you.
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You would even cast lots for the orphans, And barter over your friend.
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That You examine him every morning And put him to the test every moment?
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In whose hand is the life of every living thing, And the breath of all mankind?
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Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And my advocate is on high.
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All around sudden terrors frighten him, And harass him at every step.
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Even if I have truly done wrong, My error stays with me.
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Everything Is Against Him
“Behold, I cry, ‘Violence!’ but I get no answer; I shout for help, but there is no justice.
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He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; And He has uprooted my hope like a tree.
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Even young children despise me; I stand up and they speak against me.
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Even after my skin is destroyed, Yet from my flesh I will see God,
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“Therefore my disquieting thoughts make me respond, Even because of my inward agitation.
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He returns the product of his labor And cannot swallow it; As to the riches of his trading, He cannot even enjoy them.
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In the fullness of his excess he will be cramped; The hand of everyone who suffers will come against him.
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It is drawn and comes out of his back, Even the flashing point from his gallbladder; Terrors come upon him,
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Even when I remember, I am disturbed, And horror takes hold of my flesh.
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Yet they say to God, ‘Go away from us! We do not even desire the knowledge of Your ways.
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While another dies with a bitter soul, Never even tasting anything good.
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“Even today my complaint is rebellion; His hand is heavy despite my groaning.
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They are exalted a little while, then they are gone; Moreover, they are brought low, and like everything they are gathered up; Like the heads of grain they wither.
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If even the moon has no brightness And the stars are not pure in His sight,