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¹ Then Job answered and said: ² Miserable comforters are you all! ³ Or what provokes you that you answer? ⁴ And shake my head at you; ⁵ And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief. ⁶ And if I remain silent, how am I eased? ⁷ You have made desolate all my company. ⁸ And bears witness to my face. ⁹ My adversary sharpens His gaze on me. ¹⁰ They gather together against me. ¹¹ And turned me over to the hands of the wicked. ¹² He has set me up for His target, ¹³ He pours out my gall on the ground. ¹⁴ He runs at me like a warrior. ¹⁵ And laid my head in the dust. ¹⁶ And on my eyelids is the shadow of death; ¹⁷ And my prayer is pure. ¹⁸ And let my cry have no resting place! ¹⁹ And my evidence is on high. ²⁰ My eyes pour out tears to God. ²¹ As a man pleads for his neighbor! ²² I shall go the way of no return.