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Job 4

World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible

4:1
Then Eliphaz the Temanite answered,
Then Eliphaz the Temanite replied:
4:2
“If someone ventures to talk with you, will you be grieved?
“If one ventures a word with you, will you be wearied? Yet who can keep from speaking?
4:3
Behold, you have instructed many,
Surely you have instructed many, and have strengthened their feeble hands.
4:4
Your words have supported him who was falling,
Your words have steadied those who stumbled; you have braced the knees that were buckling.
4:5
But now it has come to you, and you faint.
But now trouble has come upon you, and you are weary. It strikes you, and you are dismayed.
4:6
Isn’t your piety your confidence?
Is your reverence not your confidence, and the uprightness of your ways your hope?
4:7
“Remember, now, who ever perished, being innocent?
Consider now, I plead: Who, being innocent, has ever perished? Or where have the upright been destroyed?
4:8
According to what I have seen, those who plough iniquity
As I have observed, those who plow iniquity and those who sow trouble reap the same.
4:9
By the breath of God they perish.
By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of His anger they are consumed.
The roaring of the lion,
The lion may roar, and the fierce lion may growl, yet the teeth of the young lions are broken.
The old lion perishes for lack of prey.
The old lion perishes for lack of prey, and the cubs of the lioness are scattered.
“Now a thing was secretly brought to me.
Now a word came to me secretly; my ears caught a whisper of it.
In thoughts from the visions of the night,
In disquieting visions in the night, when deep sleep falls on men,
fear came on me, and trembling,
fear and trembling came over me and made all my bones shudder.
Then a spirit passed before my face.
Then a spirit (note: Or a wind) glided past my face, and the hair on my body bristled.
It stood still, but I couldn’t discern its appearance.
It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance; a form loomed before my eyes, and I heard a whispering voice:
‘Shall mortal man be more just than God?
‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God, or a man more pure than his Maker?
Behold, he puts no trust in his servants.
If God puts no trust in His servants, and He charges His angels with error,
How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,
how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who can be crushed like a moth!
Between morning and evening they are destroyed.
They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; unnoticed, they perish forever.
Isn’t their tent cord plucked up within them?
Are not their tent cords pulled up, so that they die without wisdom?’