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1 So these three men ceased to an­swer Job, be­cause he was righ­teous in his own eyes. 2 Then was kin­dled the wrath of Eli­hu the son of Barachel the Buzite, of the kin­dred of Ram: against Job was his wrath kin­dled, be­cause he jus­ti­fied him­self rather than God. 3 Also against his three friends was his wrath kin­dled, be­cause they had found no an­swer, and yet had con­demned Job. 4 Now Eli­hu had wait­ed till Job had spo­ken, be­cause they were el­der than he. 5 When Eli­hu saw that there was no an­swer in the mouth of these three men, then his wrath was kin­dled. 6 And Eli­hu the son of Barachel the Buzite an­swered and said, I am young, and ye are very old; where­fore I was afraid, and durst not shew you mine opin­ion. 7 I said, Days should speak, and mul­ti­tude of years should teach wis­dom. 8 But there is a spir­it in man: and the in­spi­ra­tion of the Almighty giveth them un­der­stand­ing. 9 Great men are not always wise: nei­ther do the aged un­der­stand judg­ment. 10 There­fore I said, Hear­ken to me; I also will shew mine opin­ion. 11 Be­hold, I wait­ed for your words; I gave ear to your rea­sons, whilst ye searched out what to say. 12 Yea, I at­tend­ed unto you, and, be­hold, there was none of you that con­vinced Job, or that an­swered his words: 13 Lest ye should say, We have found out wis­dom: God thrusteth him down, not man. 14 Now he hath not di­rect­ed his words against me: nei­ther will I an­swer him with your speech­es. 15 They were amazed, they an­swered no more: they left off speak­ing. 16 When I had wait­ed, (for they spake not, but stood still, and an­swered no more;) 17 I said, I will an­swer also my part, I also will shew mine opin­ion. 18 For I am full of mat­ter, the spir­it with­in me con­straineth me. 19 Be­hold, my bel­ly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bot­tles. 20 I will speak, that I may be re­freshed: I will open my lips and an­swer. 21 Let me not, I pray you, ac­cept any man's per­son, nei­ther let me give flat­ter­ing ti­tles unto man. 22 For I know not to give flat­ter­ing ti­tles; in so doing my mak­er would soon take me away.