Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said:
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all.
I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all!
3 Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond?
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, could speak, —If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head.
5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief.
I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you.
6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain, —And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
7 But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company.
But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family;
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, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth.
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, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened 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 upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks.
11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
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.
At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself 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.
His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolled—in the dust—my horn:
16 My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade: —
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was 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 be no place for mine outcry.
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness,
20 Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: —
21 That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
That one might plead, for a man, with GOD, —Even 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, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.
