Job 16
1 Then Job answered and said,
But Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are all of you all.
I have heard many such things: poor comforters are you all.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?
What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder you from answering?
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 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 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should subside 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 grief is not subsided: 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 has made me weary: you have 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 you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it has confronted me to my face.
9 He tears me in his wrath, who hates me: he gnashes upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpens 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 reproachfully; they have gathered 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 has delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over 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, 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.
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 cleaves my reins asunder, and does not spare; he pours 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 breaks me with breach upon breach, he runs 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 defiled my horn in the dust.
They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on the ground.
16 My face is foul 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 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not you my blood, and let my cry have no place.
Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye pours out tears unto God.
Let my supplication come to the Lord, and let mine eye weep before him.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbour!
Oh that a man might plead before the Lord, even [as] the son of man with his neighbor!
22 When a few years are come, then 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.
