Part 14

18:015:029 He shall not be rich, neither shall his substance continue, neither shall he prolong the perfection thereof upon the earth.

18:015:030 He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.

18:015:031 Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity: for vanity shall be his recompence.

18:015:032 It shall be accomplished before his time, and his branch shall not be green.

18:015:033 He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, and shall cast off his flower as the olive.

18:015:034 For the congregation of hypocrites shall be desolate, and fire shall consume the tabernacles of bribery.

18:015:035 They conceive mischief, and bring forth vanity, and their belly prepareth deceit.

18:016:001 Then Job answered and said,

18:016:002 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

18:016:003 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?

18:016:004 I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

18:016:005 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.

18:016:006 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

18:016:007 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

18:016:008 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

18:016:009 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

18:016:010 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.

18:016:011 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

18:016:012 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

18:016:013 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

18:016:014 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

18:016:015 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

18:016:016 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

18:016:017 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

18:016:018 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.

18:016:019 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

18:016:020 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

18:016:021 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!