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Lay thy hand upon him; Remember the battle, and do so no more.

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?

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

They are joined one to another; They stick together, so that they cannot be sundered.

And it was so, that, after Jehovah had spoken these words unto Job, Jehovah 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 Jehovah commanded them: and Jehovah accepted Job.

So Jehovah blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning: and 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 wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

I will call upon Jehovah, who is worthy to be praised: So shall I be saved from mine enemies.

He teacheth my hands to war; So that mine arms do bend a bow of brass.

I will smite them through, so that they shall not be able to rise: They shall fall under my feet.

Be thou exalted, O Jehovah, in thy strength: So will we sing and praise thy power.

For the Chief Musician; set to Aijeleth hash-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 groaning?

I will wash my hands in innocency: So will I compass thine altar, O Jehovah;

Let them not say in their heart, Aha, so would we have it: Let them not say, We have swallowed him up.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me.

For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

So will the king desire thy beauty; For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.