Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said:
And Job answers and says:
2 I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
“I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] you all.
3 Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Is there an end to words of wind? Or what emboldens you that you answer?
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, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul’s stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease—what goes from me?
7 But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
Only, now, it has wearied me; You have desolated all my company,
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.
And You loathe me, For it has been a witness, And my failure rises up against me, It testifies in 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.
His anger has torn, and He hates me, He has gnashed at me with His teeth, My adversary sharpens His eyes for me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me.
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have struck my cheeks, Together they set themselves against me.
11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
God shuts me up to the perverse, And turns me over to the hands of the wicked.
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.
I have been at ease, and He breaks me, And He has laid hold on my neck, And He breaks me in pieces, And He raises me to Him for 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.
His archers go around against me. He split my reins, and does not spare, He pours out my gall to the earth.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
He breaks me—breach on breach, He runs on me as a mighty one.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have rolled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids [is] death-shade.
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
O earth, do not cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
Also, now, behold, my witness [is] in the heavens, And my testifier in the high places.
20 Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
My interpreter [is] my friend, My eye has dropped to God;
21 That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
And He reasons for a man with God, As a son of man for his friend.
22 For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
When a few years come, Then I go [on] the path of no return.”
