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my fame never diminishing, never worn out the bow I bear. (Job 29, 20)
like autumn rain or the spring showers on lips athirst. (Job 29, 23)
Deigned I to be their leader, the first place was mine; yet ever when I sat like a king with his retinue about him, I would comfort the mourner’s tears. (Job 29, 25)
Now God has made me a mark for his archery, now he has put a bit in my mouth; (Job 30, 11)
their poison✻ seems to eat away the very garments I wear, clings fast about me like the collar of my coat. (Job 30, 18)
but surely thou dost not exert thy power only to destroy, surely thou hast mercy on the fallen? (Job 30, 24)
But no, hope I for better things, I hope in vain; ever deeper the darkness shews to eyes straining for the light. (Job 30, 26)
What wonder if all, with me, is mourning and lament, if the music of harp and flute is heard no more? (Job 30, 31)
Then it shall go hard with me when it is God’s turn to pronounce judgement; how shall I meet his scrutiny, (Job 31, 14)
Nay, but God’s terrors overwhelmed, his majesty overbore me. (Job 31, 23)
In wealth did I put my trust, hail the bright gold as my life’s protector; (Job 31, 24)
did these things steal my heart away, so that mouth kissed hand in adoration? (Job 31, 27)