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Caravans leave the trail to find them, go deep into wastelands, and are lost. (Job 6, 18)
Since I have lost all taste for life, I shall give free rein to my complaining; I shall let my embittered soul speak out. (Job 10, 1)
If he intervenes to close or convoke the assembly, who is to prevent him? (Job 11, 10)
Like a flower, such a one blossoms and withers, fleeting as a shadow, transient. (Job 14, 2)
(he will not escape the dark). A flame will scorch his young shoots, the wind will carry off his blossom. (Job 15, 30)
Like the vine, he will shake off his unripe fruit, like the olive tree, shed his blossom. (Job 15, 33)
His vigorous stride loses its power, his own designs falter. (Job 18, 7)
After my awakening, he will set me close to him, and from my flesh I shall look on God. (Job 19, 26)
Welcome the teaching from his lips, and keep his words close to your heart. (Job 22, 22)
My footsteps have followed close in his, I have walked in his way without swerving; (Job 23, 11)
What excellent advice you give the unlearned, you are never at a loss for a helpful suggestion! (Job 26, 3)
I paid very close attention; and I see that none of you has confounded Job, not one of you has refuted what he says. (Job 32, 12)