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Chapter 4
Job Rotherha 4:1  Then responded Eliphaz the Temanite, and said:—
Job Rotherha 4:2  If one attempt a word unto thee, wilt thou be impatient? But, to restrain speech, who, can endure?
Job Rotherha 4:3  Lo! thou hast admonished many, and, slack hands, hast thou been wont to uphold:
Job Rotherha 4:4  Him that was stumbling, have thy words raised up, and, sinking knees, hast thou strengthened.
Job Rotherha 4:5  But, now, it cometh upon thee, and thou despairest, It smiteth even thee, and thou art dismayed.
Job Rotherha 4:6  Is not, thy reverence, thy confidence? And is not, thy hope, the very integrity of thy ways?
Job Rotherha 4:7  Remember, I pray thee, who, being innocent, hath perished, or when, the upright, have been cut off.
Job Rotherha 4:8  So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:
Job Rotherha 4:9  By the blast of GOD, they perish, And, by the breath of his nostrils, are they consumed:
Job Rotherha 4:10  [Notwithstanding] the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:
Job Rotherha 4:11  The strong lion perishing for lack of prey, Even the whelps of the lioness, are scattered.
Job Rotherha 4:12  But, unto me, something was brought by stealth,—and mine ear caught a whispering of the same:
Job Rotherha 4:13  When there were thoughts, from visions of the night,—When deep sleep falleth upon men,
Job Rotherha 4:14  Dread, came upon me, and trembling, The multitude of my bones, it put in dread:
Job Rotherha 4:15  Then, a spirit, over my face, floated along, The hair of my flesh bristled-up:
Job Rotherha 4:16  It stood still, but I could not distinguish its appearance, I looked, but there was no form before mine eyes,—A whispering voice, I heard:—
Job Rotherha 4:17  Shall, mortal man, be more just than GOD? Or a man be more pure than, his Maker?
Job Rotherha 4:18  Lo! in his own servants, he trusteth not, and, his own messengers, he chargeth with error:
Job Rotherha 4:19  How much more the dwellers in houses of clay, which, in the dust, have their foundation, which are crushed sooner than a moth:
Job Rotherha 4:20  Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:
Job Rotherha 4:21  Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!