The book of Job . o a man whose way is hid,And whom God hath hedged in ?For my sighing cometh before I eat,And my roarings are poured out like the the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,And that which 1 was afraid of is come unto was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was 1 t]uict;Yet trouble came. Then ELIPHAZ the Temanite answered and said, If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved ?But who can withhold himself from speaking .Behold, thou hast instructed man)-. THE BOOK OF JOB. 25 And thou hast strengthened the weak hands. Thy words have upholde
The book of Job . o a man whose way is hid,And whom God hath hedged in ?For my sighing cometh before I eat,And my roarings are poured out like the the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,And that which 1 was afraid of is come unto was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was 1 t]uict;Yet trouble came. Then ELIPHAZ the Temanite answered and said, If we assay to commune with thee, wilt thou be grieved ?But who can withhold himself from speaking .Behold, thou hast instructed man)-. THE BOOK OF JOB. 25 And thou hast strengthened the weak hands. Thy words have upholden him that was falling, And thou hast strengthened the feeble knees. But now it is come upon thee, and thou faintest; It toucheth thee, and thou art troubled. Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, Thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways ? Remember, I pray thee, who ever perished, being innocent ? Or where were the righteous cut off? Even as I have seen, they that plow Iniquity, And sow wickedness, reap the ^- 26 THE BOOK OF JOB. By the blast of God they perish, And by the breath of his nostrils are they consumed. The roaring of the lion, and the \ oice of the fierce lion, And the teeth of the young lions, are broken. The old lion perisheth for lack of prey. And the stout lions whelps are scattered abroad. Now a thing was secretly brought to me,And mine ear received a little thoughts from the visions of the deep sleep falleth on came upon me, and trembling,Which made all my bones to a spirit passed before my face ;The hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof:An image was before mine was silence, and I heard a voice, mortal man be more just than God .Shall a man be more pure than his Maker ?Behold, he put no trust in his servants ;And his angels he charged with folly :How much less in them that dwell in houses of foundation is in the are cru
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