Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said,
Then Job answered:
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are all of you all.
“I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?
Is there no end to your long-winded speeches? What provokes you to continue testifying?
4 I also could speak as all of you do: if your soul were in my soul's position, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should subside your grief.
But I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not subsided: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?
7 But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
Surely He has now exhausted me; You have devastated all my family.
8 And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpens his eyes upon me.
His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join together against me.
11 God has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but he has broken me asunder: he has also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;
13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaves my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours out my gall upon the ground.
His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach upon breach, he runs upon me like a giant.
He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place.
O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye pours out tears unto God.
My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbour!
Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.
