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Стихи 51–100 из 179
For your iniquity teaches your mouth, and you choose the tongue of the crafty.
Are the comforts of God too small for you, or the word that deals gently with you?
The wicked man writhes in pain all his days, through all the years that are laid up for the ruthless.
He does not believe that he will return out of darkness, and he is marked for the sword.
He wanders abroad for bread, saying, ‘Where is it?’ He knows that a day of darkness is ready at his hand;
distress and anguish terrify him; they prevail against him, like a king ready for battle.
Let him not trust in emptiness, deceiving himself, for emptiness will be his payment.
For the company of the godless is barren, and fire consumes the tents of bribery.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who testifies for me is on high.
For when a few years have come I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
1 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinct; the graveyard is ready for me.
“Lay down a pledge for me with you; who is there who will put up security for me?
If I hope for Sheol as my house, if I make my bed in darkness,
“How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and then we will speak.
You who tear yourself in your anger, shall the earth be forsaken for you, or the rock be removed out of its place?
For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks on its mesh.
A rope is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him in the path.
His strength is famished, and calamity is ready for his stumbling.
Behold, I cry out, ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call for help, but there is no justice.
I call to my servant, but he gives me no answer; I must plead with him with my mouth for mercy.
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me!
For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth.
whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!
be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishment of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”
that the exulting of the wicked is short, and the joy of the godless but for a moment?
For he has crushed and abandoned the poor; he has seized a house that he did not build.
Utter darkness is laid up for his treasures; a fire not fanned will devour him; what is left in his tent will be consumed.
This is the wicked man’s portion from God, the heritage decreed for him by God.”
As for me, is my complaint against man? Why should I not be impatient?
You say, ‘God stores up their iniquity for their children.’ Let him pay it out to them, that they may know it.
For what do they care for their houses after them, when the number of their months is cut off?
For you say, ‘Where is the house of the prince? Where is the tent in which the wicked lived?’
Who declares his way to his face, and who repays him for what he has done?
Is it for your fear of him that he reproves you and enters into judgment with you?
For you have exacted pledges of your brothers for nothing and stripped the naked of their clothing.
For then you will delight yourself in the Almighty and lift up your face to God.
You will decide on a matter, and it will be established for you, and light will shine on your ways.
For when they are humbled you say, ‘It is because of pride’; but he saves the lowly.
For he will complete what he appoints for me, and many such things are in his mind.
They drive away the donkey of the fatherless; they take the widow’s ox for a pledge.
Behold, like wild donkeys in the desert the poor go out to their toil, seeking game; the wasteland yields food for their children.
They are wet with the rain of the mountains and cling to the rock for lack of shelter.
From out of the city the dying groan, and the soul of the wounded cries for help; yet God charges no one with wrong.
The eye of the adulterer also waits for the twilight, saying, ‘No eye will see me’; and he veils his face.
For deep darkness is morning to all of them; for they are friends with the terrors of deep darkness.
I hold fast my righteousness and will not let it go; my heart does not reproach me for any of my days.
For what is the hope of the godless when God cuts him off, when God takes away his life?
If his children are multiplied, it is for the sword, and his descendants have not enough bread.
1 “Surely there is a mine for silver, and a place for gold that they refine.
As for the earth, out of it comes bread, but underneath it is turned up as by fire.
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