Tua Palavra 
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New International Reader's Version 
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|Jó 16:11| God has turned me over to sinful people. He has handed me over to them.
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|Jó 16:12| Everything was going well with me. But he broke me into pieces like a clay pot. He grabbed me by the neck and crushed me. He has taken aim at me.
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|Jó 16:13| He shoots his arrows at me from all sides. Without pity, he stabs me in the kidneys. He spills my insides on the ground.
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|Jó 16:14| He smashes through me as if I were a wall. He rushes at me like a fighting man.
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|Jó 16:15| "I've sewed black cloth over my skin. All I can do is sit here in the dust.
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|Jó 16:16| My face is red from crying. I have deep circles under my eyes.
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|Jó 16:17| But I haven't harmed anyone. My prayers to God are pure.
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|Jó 16:18| "Earth, please don't cover up my blood! May God always hear my cry for help!
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|Jó 16:19| Even now my witness is in heaven. The one who speaks up for me is there.
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|Jó 16:20| My go-between is my friend as I pour out my tears to God.
