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But his flesh on him has pain, And his soul inside him mourns.

[But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage [your grief].

But now he has made me weary: You have made desolate all my company.

My friends scoff at me: [But] my eye pours out tears to God,

But he has made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.

But as for you all, come on now again; And I shall not find a wise man among you.

Look, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

But as for me I know that my Redeemer lives, And at last he will stand up on the earth:

That the triumphing of the wicked is short, And the joy of the godless but for a moment?

His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.

Though he spares it, and will not let it go, But keeps it still inside his mouth;

But as for the mighty man, he had the earth; And the honorable man, he dwelt in it.

Yet he filled their houses with good things: But the counsel of the wicked is far from me.

Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No; but he would give heed to me.

Look, I go forward, but he is not [there]; And backward, but I can't perceive him;

On the left hand, when he does work, but I can't behold him; He hides himself on the right hand, that I can't see him.

But he knows the way that I take; When he has tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

But he is in one, and who can turn him? And what his soul desires, even that he does.

Look, these are but the outskirts of his ways: And how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?

He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, And the innocent shall divide the silver.