< Job 16 >
1 And Job answers and says:
And Job answereth and saith: —
2 “I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] you all.
I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all.
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what emboldens you that you answer?
Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
4 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.
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 might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease—what goes from me?
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease — what goeth from me?
7 Only, now, it has wearied me; You have desolated all my company,
Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
8 And You loathe me, For it has been a witness, And my failure rises up against me, It testifies in my face.
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
9 His anger has torn, and He hates me, He has gnashed at me with His teeth, My adversary sharpens His eyes for me.
His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have struck my cheeks, Together they set themselves against me.
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
11 God shuts me up to the perverse, And turns me over to the hands of the wicked.
God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
12 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.
At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
13 His archers go around against me. He split my reins, and does not spare, He pours out my gall to the earth.
Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
14 He breaks me—breach on breach, He runs on me as a mighty one.
He breaketh me — breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have rolled my horn in the dust.
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids [is] death-shade.
My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade.
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure.
18 O earth, do not cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19 Also, now, behold, my witness [is] in the heavens, And my testifier in the high places.
Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20 My interpreter [is] my friend, My eye has dropped to God;
My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
21 And He reasons for a man with God, As a son of man for his friend.
And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
22 When a few years come, Then I go [on] the path of no return.”
When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.