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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XVI)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Job Answers Again: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many times, I’ve heard this sort; <br>Are you trying to me comfort? <br>Your windy words blow eternally; <br>Does sickness goad you endlessly? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like how you talk, I can also; <br>With chatter, I can strengthen you; <br>If only, you were in my place, <br>Your talk could change its inward face! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By speaking, could I check my pain? <br>If I don’t still, it comes again; <br>It will not cease or leave me free; <br>I nod my head just silently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Lo! I am so exhausted; <br>My friends have left me simply stunned; <br>You speak so openly of me; <br>I am the prey to His wrath, see! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My foes are happy at my plight; <br>Their mouths are wide-open to bite; <br>On cheeks of mine, with insults, smite; <br>The list, they make, could I ev’r fight? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To impious, God gave me o’er; <br>In hands of wicked, I suffer; <br>The peace I had is gone forev’r; <br>By neck, He dashed me to sever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the target of arrows, <br>That strike me with ruthless a force; <br>My sides, without mercy, they found; <br>He pours my gall upon the ground! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His arrows pierce me without end; <br>Unarmed am I, how do I fend? <br>My skin is sack-cloth covered just; <br>I’ve laid my brow upon the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My face is inflamed by my weep; <br>Over my eyes, there’s darkness deep; <br>My hands have been violence-free still; <br>How sincerely, I pray, though ill! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, cover not my blood, O earth! <br>Let not my outcry end with breath; <br>Accursed shall be, day of my birth; <br>My tears to God are not a dearth! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, my witness is above; <br>My spokesman high will help me prove; <br>It is my friends who wrong me now; <br>I pray for mortal’s justice, Oh! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My numbered years are slipping by; <br>Prepared am I to almost die; <br>My journey’s one of no return; <br>Should I until then, earthly burn? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-1-2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q>
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So many times, I’ve heard this sort; 
Are you trying to me comfort? 
Your windy words blow eternally; 
Does sickness goad you endlessly? 

Like how you talk, I can also; 
With chatter, I can strengthen you; 
If only, you wer..."></div>
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