Job 34:6

Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895

Notwithstanding my right I am accounted a liar; My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.

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His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

I am clean, without transgression; I am innocent, neither is there iniquity in me:

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou indeed be unto me as a deceitful brook, as waters that fail?