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“If only my grief could be weighed
and placed with my calamity on the scales.

For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas—
no wonder my words have been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
my spirit drinks in their poison;
the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass,
or an ox low over its fodder?

Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

My soul refuses to touch them;
they are loathsome food to me.

If only my request were granted
and God would fulfill my hope:
that God would be willing to crush me,
to unleash His hand and cut me off!"

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"Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:

“Now brace yourself like a man;
I will question you, and you shall inform Me.

Would you really annul My justice?
Would you condemn Me to justify yourself?

Do you have an arm like God’s?
Can you thunder with a voice like His?
Then adorn yourself with majesty and splendor,
and clothe yourself with honor and glory.
Unleash the fury of your wrath;
look on every proud man and bring him low.
Look on every proud man and humble him;
trample the wicked where they stand.
Bury them together in the dust;
imprison them in the grave.

Then I will confess to you
that your own right hand can save you."