Job 16
1 And Job answered and said,
Bvt Iob answered, and said,
2 I have heard many such things: grievous comforters are ye all.
I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3 Shall words of wind have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?
4 I also could speak as ye: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join together words against you, and shake my head at you;
I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,
5 [But] I would encourage you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips should assuage [your pain].
But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.
6 If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased?
Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?
7 But now he hath made me weary; ...thou hast made desolate all my family;
But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
8 Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face.
And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.
9 His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; [as] mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me.
His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.
10 They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me.
They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.
11 God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.
God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.
13 His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man.
He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.
I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.
18 O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!
O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, and he that voucheth for me is in the heights.
For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.
20 My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.
21 Oh that there were arbitration for a man with God, as a son of man for his friend!
Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!
22 For years [few] in number shall pass, — and I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
For the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.
