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When a period of feasting had run its course, Job would make arrangements for them to be purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s regular custom.
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In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing.
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He replied, “You are talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?” In all this, Job did not sin in what he said.
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If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
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Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.”
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When your children sinned against him, he gave them over to the penalty of their sin.
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Since I am already found guilty, why should I struggle in vain?
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that you must search out my faults and probe after my sin—
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clothe me with skin and flesh and knit me together with bones and sinews?
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If I sinned, you would be watching me and would not let my offense go unpunished.
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and disclose to you the secrets of wisdom, for true wisdom has two sides. Know this: God has even forgotten some of your sin.
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if you put away the sin that is in your hand and allow no evil to dwell in your tent,
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How many wrongs and sins have I committed? Show me my offense and my sin.
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For you write down bitter things against me and make me reap the sins of my youth.
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Surely then you will count my steps but not keep track of my sin.
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My offenses will be sealed up in a bag; you will cover over my sin.
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Your sin prompts your mouth; you adopt the tongue of the crafty.
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“If you say, ‘How we will hound him, since the root of the trouble lies in him,’
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“Surely you know how it has been from of old, ever since mankind was placed on the earth,
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They sing to the music of timbrel and lyre; they make merry to the sound of the pipe.
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“Can anyone teach knowledge to God, since he judges even the highest?
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Is not your wickedness great? Are not your sins endless?
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As heat and drought snatch away the melted snow, so the grave snatches away those who have sinned.
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The one who was dying blessed me; I made the widow’s heart sing.
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Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?