| Chapter 32 |
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And these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.
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Then was kindled the anger of Elihu the son of Barachel, the Buzite, of the family of Ram: against Job was his anger kindled, because he justified himself rather than God;
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and against his three friends was his anger kindled, because they found no answer, and [yet] condemned Job.
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But Elihu had waited till Job had finished speaking, because they were older than he.
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And Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger was kindled.
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And Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite answered and said, I am young, and ye are aged; wherefore I was timid, and feared to shew you what I know.
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I said, Let days speak, and multitude of years teach wisdom.
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But there is a spirit which is in man; and the breath of the Almighty giveth them understanding.
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It is not the great that are wise; neither do the aged understand judgment.
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Therefore I say, Hearken to me; I also will shew what I know.
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Lo, I waited for your words; I gave ear to your reasonings, until ye searched out what to say.
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Yea, I gave you mine attention, and behold, there was none of you that confuted Job, that answered his words;
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That ye may not say, We have found out wisdom; łGod will make him yield, not man.
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Now he hath not directed [his] words against me; and I will not answer him with your speeches. ...
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They were amazed, they answered no more; words failed them.
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And I waited, for they spoke not, but stood still, and answered no more; --
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I will answer, I also in my turn, I also will shew what I know:
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For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.
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Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; like new flasks, it is ready to burst.
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I will speak, that I may find relief; I will open my lips and answer.
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Let me not, I pray you, accept any man's person; neither will I give flattery to man.
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For I know not how to flatter; my Maker would soon take me away.
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