71 lines
2.2 KiB
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71 lines
2.2 KiB
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## I Hold Fast My Righteousness
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Then Job continued to lift up his discourse and said,
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"As God lives, who has removed my justice, And the Almighty, who has embittered my soul,
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For as long as breath is in me, And the spirit from God is in my nostrils,
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My lips certainly will not speak unrighteousness, Nor will my tongue utter deceit.
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Far be it from me that I should declare you right; Till I breathe my last I will not remove my integrity from me.
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I hold fast my righteousness and will not let it go. My heart does not reproach any of my days.
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"May my enemy be as the wicked And the one who rises against me as the unjust.
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For what is the hope of the godless when he is cut off, When God requires his soul?
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Will God hear his cry When distress comes upon him?
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Will he take delight in the Almighty? Will he call on God at all times?
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I will instruct you in the power of God; What is with the Almighty I will not conceal.
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Behold, all of you have seen _it_; Why then do you speak with utter vanity?
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"This is the portion of a wicked man from God, And the inheritance _which_ the ruthless receive from the Almighty.
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Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; And his offspring will not be satisfied with bread.
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His survivors will be buried because of the plague, And their widows will not be able to weep.
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Though he piles up silver like dust And prepares garments as _plentiful as_ the clay,
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He may prepare _it_, but the righteous will wear _it_, And the innocent will divide the silver.
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He has built his house like the moth, Or as a hut _which_ the watchman has made.
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###### 19
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He lies down rich, but never again; He opens his eyes, and it is no longer.
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###### 20
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Terrors overtake him like _many_ waters; A tempest steals him away in the night.
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The east wind carries him away, and he goes, And it whirls him away from his place.
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For it will hurl at him without sparing; He will surely try to flee from its power.
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_Men_ will clap their hands at him And will hiss him from his place.
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