The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Job
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Chapter 17
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Broken my will to live, shortened my days, the grave my only prospect;
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my eye lingers on sights of bitterness, never through my fault!✻
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Lord, wouldst thou but vindicate me, and set me right with thee! I care not who else is for or against me.✻
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For these, at least, I care not; thou hast robbed their hearts of all discernment, and they shall have no cause for boasting.
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Small thanks a man has for counting out the spoils, while his children go hungry!✻
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A public by-word God has made me, a warning in all men’s sight,
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my eyes grown dim, my whole frame wasted away, in my resentment.
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Here is sore bewilderment for honest hearts; angrily do innocent men complain, to see knaves prosper,
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will the just be true to their resolve any longer? Will they be encouraged to keep their hands clean?✻
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Nay, sirs, return to the charge as often as you will; I do not look to find a wise man among you.
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Swift pass my days, my mind distracted with whirling thoughts,
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that make night into day for me, as through the hours of darkness I await the dawn.
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Waiting for what? The grave is my destined home; among the shadows I must make my bed at last;
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only from corruption I claim a father’s welcome, mother’s and sister’s greeting the worms shall offer me;
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what hope is this? Wait I patiently or impatiently, who cares?
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Into the deep pit I must go down, all of me; even there, in the dust, shall I find rest?✻
