Job 4:12–5:7
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12Now a thing was secretly brought to me,
And mine ear received a whisper thereof.
13In thoughts from the visions of the night,
When deep sleep falleth on men,
14Fear came upon me, and trembling,
Which made all my bones to shake.
15Then a spirit passed before my face;
The hair of my flesh stood up.
16It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof;
A form was before mine eyes:
There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,
17Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
18Behold, he putteth no trust in his servants;
And his angels he chargeth with folly:
19How much more them that dwell in houses of clay,
Whose foundation is in the dust,
Who are crushed before the moth!
20Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed:
They perish for ever without any regarding it.
21Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them?
They die, and that without wisdom.
5Call now; is there any that will answer thee?
And to which of the holy ones wilt thou turn?
2For vexation killeth the foolish man,
And jealousy slayeth the silly one.
3I have seen the foolish taking root:
But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
4His children are far from safety,
And they are crushed in the gate,
Neither is there any to deliver them:
5Whose harvest the hungry eateth up,
And taketh it even out of the thorns;
And the snare gapeth for their substance.
6For affliction cometh not forth from the dust,
Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;
7But man is born unto trouble,
As the sparks fly upward.
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