Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said:
But Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
I have heard many such things: poor comforters are you all.
3 Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder you from answering?
4 I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
I also will speak as you [do]: if indeed your soul were in my [soul's] stead, then would I insult you with words, and I would shake my head at you.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
And would there were strength in my mouth, and I would not spare the movement of my lips.
6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
For if I should speak, I shall not feel the pain of my wound: and if I should be silent, how shall I be wounded the less?
7 But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
But now he has made me weary, and a worn-out fool; and you have laid hold of me.
8 And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it has confronted me to my face.
9 He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
In his anger he has cast me down; he has gnashed his teeth upon me: the weapons of his robbers have fallen upon me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
He has attacked me with the keen glances of his eyes; with his sharp [spear] he has struck me [down] upon my knees; and they have run upon me with one accord.
11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
For the Lord has delivered me into the hands of unrighteous men, and thrown me upon the ungodly.
12 I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark.
When I was at peace he distracted me: he took me by the hair of the head, and plucked it out: he set me up as a mark.
13 His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
They surrounded me with spears, aiming at my reins: without sparing [me] they poured out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
They overthrew me with fall upon fall: they ran upon me in [their] might.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on the ground.
16 My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids.
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no place.
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
20 Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
Let my supplication come to the Lord, and let mine eye weep before him.
21 That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
Oh that a man might plead before the Lord, even [as] the son of man with his neighbor!
22 For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
But my years are numbered and [their end] come, and I shall go by the way by which I shall not return.
