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my intimate friends have gone away and the guests in my house have forgotten me. (Job 19, 14)
All my dearest friends recoil from me in horror: those I loved best have turned against me. (Job 19, 19)
Will no one let my words be recorded, inscribed on some monument (Job 19, 23)
with iron chisel and engraving tool, cut into the rock for ever? (Job 19, 24)
You yourselves had best beware the sword, since the wrath bursts into flame at wicked deeds and then you will learn that there is indeed a judgement! (Job 19, 29)
but he vanishes, like a phantom, once for all, while those who used to see him, ask, 'Where is he?' (Job 20, 7)
The eye accustomed to see him sees him no more, his home will never set eyes on him again. (Job 20, 9)
His sons will have to reimburse the poor and his children pay back his riches. (Job 20, 10)
Such food goes bad in his belly, working inside him like the poison of a viper. (Job 20, 14)
Now he has to vomit up the wealth that he has swallowed, God makes him disgorge it. (Job 20, 15)
No more will he know the streams of oil or the torrents of honey and cream. (Job 20, 17)
Since he once destroyed the huts of the poor, plundering houses instead of building them up, (Job 20, 19)