Knox Bible

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And this was a man that had bound his eyes over by covenant; never should even his fancy dwell upon the thought of a maid!

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Well I knew that God Almighty in high heaven would have neither part nor lot with me else;

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ruin for the sinner his doom is, disinheritance for the wrong-doer.

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Tell me, does not this God watch over every path I take, trace my footsteps one by one?

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Walk I by crooked ways, run I eagerly after false dealing,

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he can weigh my offence with true scales; let God himself bear witness to my innocence!

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Have I strayed from my course; has my heart followed the lure of my eyes; are my hands stained with wrong?

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Then let another man enjoy the harvest I have sowed, then let my race be doomed to extinction!

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Have wiles of woman entangled my heart; did I lie in wait under my neighbour’s window?

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Then be my own wife another’s whore, strangers be her bedfellows!

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That were sin in me, and foul wrong done;

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that fire, once lighted, will rage till all is consumed, never a crop shall escape it.

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Did I refuse justice to man-servant of mine or woman-servant, when they had complaint to bring?

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Then it shall go hard with me when it is God’s turn to pronounce judgement; how shall I meet his scrutiny,

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who fashioned in the womb this one and that, man and master alike?

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Did I deny some poor man the alms he craved, keep the widow waiting for her pittance,

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sit over my meal alone, and never an orphan boy to share it?

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That were an ill return for the loving care that has borne me company as I grew up from childhood, ever since I left my mother’s womb.✻

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Did I spurn the naked that were ready to perish of cold, too poor to find clothing;

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did I never earn thanks, from the back that went bare till fleece of my flock warmed it?

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Did I threaten the friendless, whenever I could secure judgement against them in the market-place?

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Then let shoulder of mine hang from shoulder-blade, every bone in my arm broken!

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Nay, but God’s terrors overwhelmed, his majesty overbore me.

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In wealth did I put my trust, hail the bright gold as my life’s protector;

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doted I upon my great riches, upon all my toil had earned?

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When I gazed on the sun in its splendour, on the moon in her royal progress,

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did these things steal my heart away, so that mouth kissed hand in adoration?

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That were great wrong done, to deny the God who is higher than all.

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Did I triumph over a fallen foe, rejoice at his ruin;

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lend my lips to ill uses, cursing my enemy’s life away?

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Rather, it was of myself men were fain to speak evil, men of my own household, and to their hearts’ content.✻

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Never had the stranger to lodge in the open, my doors were open to every wayfarer that passed.

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Men are frail; does sin lie on my conscience undisclosed, does the memory of guilt rankle in my bosom?

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Was I daunted by fear of the throng, of my neighbours’ contemptuous looks? Did I hold my tongue,✻ and keep within doors?

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O that my cause might be tried; that he, the Almighty, would grant my request, that he, my judge, would write my record down;

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how proudly I would bear it with me, shoulder-high, wear it as a crown!

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I would proclaim it wherever I went, fit for a king’s eyes to read.

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Can these lands of mine bear testimony against me, can their furrows tell a sad tale

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of harvests enjoyed, and no price paid for them, of labourers cruelly treated?

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Then thistles for wheat, thorns for barley may it yield me.

Ended herewith are the sayings of Job.