Job 16:21
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
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19Also, now, lo, in the heavens `is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
3O that I had known -- and I find Him, I come in unto His seat,
4I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill `with' arguments.
5I know the words He doth answer me, And understand what He saith to me.
6In the abundance of power doth He strive with me? No! surely He putteth `it' in me.
7There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
22When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
35Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
19Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
3Bear with me, and I speak, And after my speaking -- ye may deride.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
32But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.
33If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.
8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain -- He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
3Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
26He maketh supplication unto God, And He accepteth him. And he seeth His face with shouting, And He returneth to man His righteousness.
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
8Yet I -- I inquire for God, And for God I give my word,
19If of power, lo, the Strong One; And if of judgment -- who doth convene me?
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
2Truly I have known that `it is' so, And what -- is man righteous with God?
9His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
13Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
14To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
2I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
1Judge me, O God, And plead my cause against a nation not pious, From a man of deceit and perverseness Thou dost deliver me,
4A laughter to his friend I am: `He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter `is' the perfect righteous one.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
15Whom, though I were righteous, I answer not, For my judgment I make supplication.
36My Father! let Job be tried -- unto victory, Because of answers for men of iniquity,
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
25Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.
8Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
8Near `is' He who is justifying me, Who doth contend with me? We stand together, who `is' mine opponent? Let him come nigh unto me.
5And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.
15Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
21Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
1By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,
38If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,
12Lo, `in' this thou hast not been righteous, I answer thee, that greater is God than man.
12Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And `to' my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I `am' with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.
23For He doth not suffer man any more, To go unto God in judgment,
17`Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?