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Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights. No one said a word to him, because they saw how great his suffering was.
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Think how you have instructed many, how you have strengthened feeble hands.
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how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed more readily than a moth!
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How painful are honest words! But what do your arguments prove?
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When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
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“How long will you say such things? Your words are a blustering wind.
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“Indeed, I know that this is true. But how can mere mortals prove their innocence before God?
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“How then can I dispute with him? How can I find words to argue with him?
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Oh, how I wish that God would speak, that he would open his lips against you
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You, however, smear me with lies; you are worthless physicians, all of you!
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How many wrongs and sins have I committed? Show me my offense and my sin.
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how much less mortals, who are vile and corrupt, who drink up evil like water!
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“How long will you torment me and crush me with words?
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I myself will see him with my own eyes—I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!
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“If you say, ‘How we will hound him, since the root of the trouble lies in him,’
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“Surely you know how it has been from of old, ever since mankind was placed on the earth,
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“Yet how often is the lamp of the wicked snuffed out? How often does calamity come upon them, the fate God allots in his anger?
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How often are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a gale?
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“So how can you console me with your nonsense? Nothing is left of your answers but falsehood!”
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“Is not God in the heights of heaven? And see how lofty are the highest stars!
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How then can a mortal be righteous before God? How can one born of woman be pure?
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how much less a mortal, who is but a maggot— a human being, who is only a worm!”
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“How you have helped the powerless! How you have saved the arm that is feeble!
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And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper we hear of him! Who then can understand the thunder of his power?”
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However many his children, their fate is the sword; his offspring will never have enough to eat.
