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1 But Job an­swered and said, 2 Hear dili­gent­ly my speech, and let this be your con­so­la­tions. 3 Suf­fer me that I may speak; and af­ter that I have spo­ken, mock on. 4 As for me, is my com­plaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spir­it be trou­bled? 5 Mark me, and be as­ton­ished, and lay your hand upon your mouth. 6 Even when I re­mem­ber I am afraid, and trem­bling taketh hold on my flesh. 7 Where­fore do the wicked live, be­come old, yea, are mighty in pow­er? 8 Their seed is es­tab­lished in their sight with them, and their off­spring be­fore their eyes. 9 Their hous­es are safe from fear, nei­ther is the rod of God upon them. 10 Their bull gen­dereth, and faileth not; their cow cal­veth, and casteth not her calf. 11 They send forth their lit­tle ones like a flock, and their chil­dren dance. 12 They take the tim­brel and harp, and re­joice at the sound of the or­gan. 13 They spend their days in wealth, and in a mo­ment go down to the grave. 14 There­fore they say unto God, De­part from us; for we de­sire not the knowl­edge of thy ways. 15 What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? and what prof­it should we have, if we pray unto him? 16 Lo, their good is not in their hand: the coun­sel of the wicked is far from me. 17 How oft is the can­dle of the wicked put out! and how oft cometh their de­struc­tion upon them! God dis­tributeth sor­rows in his anger. 18 They are as stub­ble be­fore the wind, and as chaff that the storm car­ri­eth away. 19 God layeth up his in­iq­ui­ty for his chil­dren: he re­wardeth him, and he shall know it. 20 His eyes shall see his de­struc­tion, and he shall drink of the wrath of the Almighty. 21 For what plea­sure hath he in his house af­ter him, when the num­ber of his months is cut off in the midst? 22 Shall any teach God knowl­edge? see­ing he jud­geth those that are high. 23 One di­eth in his full strength, be­ing whol­ly at ease and qui­et. 24 His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moist­ened with mar­row. 25 And an­oth­er di­eth in the bit­ter­ness of his soul, and nev­er eateth with plea­sure. 26 They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cov­er them. 27 Be­hold, I know your thoughts, and the de­vices which ye wrong­ful­ly imag­ine against me. 28 For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? and where are the dwelling places of the wicked? 29 Have ye not asked them that go by the way? and do ye not know their to­kens, 30 That the wicked is re­served to the day of de­struc­tion? they shall be brought forth to the day of wrath. 31 Who shall de­clare his way to his face? and who shall re­pay him what he hath done? 32 Yet shall he be brought to the grave, and shall re­main in the tomb. 33 The clods of the val­ley shall be sweet unto him, and ev­ery man shall draw af­ter him, as there are in­nu­mer­able be­fore him. 34 How then com­fort ye me in vain, see­ing in your an­swers there re­maineth false­hood?