Knox Bible

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But Job answered:

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Listen, do but listen to me, and then, if you will, repent of your charity;

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let me have my say, and then mock on.

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It is not as if I bore a grudge against man; I have better reason than that to be indignant.

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Mark my complaint well, and you shall be astonished, hold your breath✻ in amazement,

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as I too tremble with dismay at the thought of it.

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How is it that godless men live on, meet with advancement, enjoy their riches undisturbed?

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Long they live, to see their posterity thrive about them, kinsmen and grandsons thronging all around.

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Safe and sound their dwelling-place; God’s scourge passes them by;

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never bull of theirs failed to gender, cow to calve;

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blithe as lambs the little children go out to play;

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everywhere is tambour and harp-playing, everywhere the pipe’s merry note.

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So, full of ease, their life passes, and they go down at last without a struggle to the grave.

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And these are the men who bade God keep his distance from them, refused to learn his will;✻

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what right had he, the Omnipotent, to their obedience, what advantage would they gain by offering prayer to him?

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These are the godless folk whose counsel I must shun because they cannot command their own good fortune!

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Tell me, how often in very deed are the hopes of the wicked extinguished, engulfed by the flood? Does God’s vengeance often deal out misfortune to them,

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sweeping them away like chaff before the wind, ashes beneath the storm?

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But perhaps God is reserving for the children punishment of their father’s sins? Nay, let the sinner himself feel the retribution when it comes;

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his own eyes must see the blow fall, his own lips drink in the divine vengeance!

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Little he cares what befalls his posterity after he is gone, though halved be the time of its continuance.

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The God that passes judgement on his angels needs none to instruct him!✻

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Here is one man goes to his death sound and strong, rich and happy,

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well covered with flesh, his bones full of marrow;

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another, all misery and poverty,

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and he, no less than the other, has dust for bed, worms for coverlet.

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Spare me those thoughts I know already, those reasons that would crush me!

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What becomes of the tyrant’s palace, of the evil-doer’s home, at last?

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Ask any wayfarer (you say) that knows them, and you shall hear the same account of the matter:

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The rogue’s villainy is being reserved for future punishment, he is being slowly drawn on to his doom.

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Fools, how can anyone bring home his guilt to him now, punish the wrong he did?

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He is being slowly drawn on to his tomb, where he shall wait on in the ranks of the dead;

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made welcome in the dark valley,✻ whither all men shall follow, as numberless that went before him.

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Vain is all your consolation, while the answer you give me matches so ill with truth.