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Job 35:9

English Standard Version 2016

“Because of the multitude of oppressions people cry out; they call for help because of the arm of the mighty.

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During those many days the king of Egypt died, and the people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help. Their cry for rescue from slavery came up to God.

so that they caused the cry of the poor to come to him, and he heard the cry of the afflicted—

For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you rejected me? Why do I go about mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

“Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”

Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer; call his wickedness to account till you find none.

Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?

From out of the city the dying groan, and the soul of the wounded cries for help; yet God charges no one with wrong.

He leads priests away stripped and overthrows the mighty.

And now, behold, the cry of the people of Israel has come to me, and I have also seen the oppression with which the Egyptians oppress them.

Then the Lord said, “I have surely seen the affliction of my people who are in Egypt and have heard their cry because of their taskmasters. I know their sufferings,

If you do mistreat them, and they cry out to me, I will surely hear their cry,

You shall give him his wages on the same day, before the sun sets (for he is poor and counts on it), lest he cry against you to the Lord, and you be guilty of sin.

For he has crushed and abandoned the poor; he has seized a house that he did not build.

Your wickedness concerns a man like yourself, and your righteousness a son of man.

Again I saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun. And behold, the tears of the oppressed, and they had no one to comfort them! On the side of their oppressors there was power, and there was no one to comfort them.

They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; for grain and wine they gash themselves; they rebel against me.




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