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Księga Hioba 6:8
Tytuł oryginalnyJob
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
"To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; Even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
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