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For I know not to give flattering titles; [in so doing], my Maker would soon take me away.

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty food.

Therefore he knoweth their works, and he overturneth [them] in the night, so that they are destroyed.

So that they cause the cry of the poor to come to him, and he heareth the cry of the afflicted.

But now, because [it is] not [so], he hath visited in his anger; yet he knoweth [it] not in great extremity:

Even so would he have removed thee out of the strait [into] a broad place, where [there is] no straitness; and that which should be set on thy table [would be] full of fatness.

None [is so] fierce that he dare rouse him: who then is able to stand before me?

One is so near to another, that no air can come between them.

And it was [so], that after the LORD had spoken these words to Job, the LORD said to Eliphaz the Temanite, My wrath is kindled against thee, and against thy two friends: for ye have not spoken of me [the thing that is] right, as my servant Job [hath].

So Eliphaz the Temanite and Bildad the Shuhite [and] Zophar the Naamathite went, and did according as the LORD commanded them: the LORD also accepted Job.

So the LORD blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: for he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she asses.

And in all the land were no women found [so] fair as the daughters of Job: and their father gave them inheritance among their brethren.

So Job died, [being] old and full of days.

The ungodly [are] not so: but [are] like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

So shall the congregation of the people encompass thee: for their sakes therefore return thou on high.

I will call upon the LORD, [who is worthy] to be praised: so shall I be saved from my enemies.

He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by my arms.

Be thou exalted, LORD, in thy own strength: [so] will we sing and praise thy power.

To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? [why art thou so far] from helping me, [and from] the words of my roaring?

I will wash my hands in innocence: so will I compass thy altar, O LORD: