God's New Revelations

The Book of Job

Literal Standard Version 2020

- Chapter 32 -

Elihu contradicts Job's friends

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And these three men cease from answering Job, for he [is] righteous in his own eyes,
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and the anger of Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite burns, of the family of Ram; his anger has burned against Job, because of his justifying himself more than God;
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and his anger has burned against his three friends, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.
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And Elihu has waited earnestly beside Job with words, for they are older than he in days.
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And Elihu sees that there is no answer in the mouth of the three men, and his anger burns.
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And Elihu son of Barachel the Buzite answers and says: “I [am] young in days, and you [are] aged; Therefore I have feared, || And am afraid of showing you my opinion.
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I said, Days speak, || And a multitude of years teach wisdom.
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Surely a spirit is in man, || And the breath of the Mighty One || Causes them to understand.
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The multitude are not wise, || Nor do the aged understand judgment.
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Therefore I have said: Listen to me, I show my opinioneven I.
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Behold, I have waited for your words, I give ear to your reasons, || Until you search out sayings.
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And to you I attend, || And behold, there is no reasoner for Job, || [Or] answerer of his sayings among you.
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Lest you say, We have found wisdom, || God thrusts him away, not man.
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And he has not set words in array for me, || And I do not answer him with your sayings.
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(They have broken down, || They have not answered again, || They removed words from themselves.
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And I have waited, but they do not speak, || For they have stood still, || They have not answered anymore.)
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I answer, even Imy share, || I show my opinion—even I.
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For I have been full of words, || The spirit of my breast has distressed me,
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Behold, my breast [is] as wine not opened, || It is broken up like new bottles.
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I speak, and there is refreshment to me, || I open my lips and answer.
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Please do not let me accept the face of any, || Nor give flattering titles to man,
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For I have not known to give flattering titles, || My Maker takes me away in a little.”