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And these three men cease from answering Job, for he [is] righteous in his own eyes, |
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and burn doth the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite, of the family of Ram; against Job hath his anger burned, because of his justifying himself more than God; |
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and against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job. |
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And Elihu hath waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days. |
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And Elihu seeth that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burneth. |
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And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answereth and saith: —Young I [am] in days, and ye [are] age Therefore I have feared, And am afraid of shewing you my opinion. |
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I said: Days do speak, And multitude of years teach wisdom. |
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Surely a spirit is in man, And the breath of the Mighty One Doth cause them to understand. |
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The multitude are not wise, Nor do the aged understand judgment. |
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Therefore I have said: Hearken to me, I do shew my opinion —even I. |
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Lo, I have waited for your words, I give ear unto your reasons, Till ye search out sayings. |
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And unto you I attend, And lo, there is no reasoner for Job, [Or] answerer of his sayings among you. |
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Lest ye say, We have found wisdom, God doth thrust him away, not man. |
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And he hath not set in array words for me, And with your sayings I do not answer him. |
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(They have broken down, They have not answered again, They removed from themselves words. |
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And I have waited, but they do not speak, For they have stood still, They have not answered any more.) |
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I answer, even I—my share, I shew my opinion—even I. |
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For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast, |
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Lo, my breast [is] as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up. |
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I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer. |
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Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles, |
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For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away. |