Job 19
1 But Job answered and said:
Then responded Job, and said: —
2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye grieve my soul? or crush me with words?
3 These ten times have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun me!
These ten times, have ye reviled me, Shameless ye wrong me.
4 And be it, indeed, that I have erred, My error abideth with myself.
And even if indeed I have erred, with myself lodgeth mine error.
5 Since, indeed, ye magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach,
If indeed, against me, ye must needs magnify yourselves, and plead, against me, my reproach.
6 Know then that it is God who hath brought me low; He hath encompassed me with his net.
Know, then, that, God, hath overthrown me, and, within his net, enclosed me.
7 Behold, I complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
Lo! I cry—out: Violence! but receive no answer, I cry aloud, but there is no vindication;
8 He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
My way, hath he walled up, that I cannot pass, and, upon my paths, hath he made darkness rest;
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
My glory—from off me, hath he stripped, and hath removed the crown of my head;
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
He hath ruined me on every side, and I am gone, and he hath taken away—like a tree—my hope;
11 He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
Yea he hath kindled against me his anger, and accounted me towards him like unto his adversaries;
12 His troops advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
Together, enter his troops and have cast up, against me, their mound, and have encamped all around my tent;
13 My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
My Brethren—from beside me, hath he moved far away, and, mine acquaintance, are wholly estranged from me;
14 My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
Failed me, have my near of kin, and, mine intimate acquaintances, have forgotten me;
15 The foreigners of my house, yea, my own maid-servants, regard me as a stranger; I am an alien in their eyes.
Ye guests of my house and my maidens, A stranger, have ye accounted me, An alien, have I become in their eyes;
16 I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
To mine own servant, I called, and he would not answer, With mine own mouth, I kept entreating him;
17 My breath is become strange to my wife, And my prayers also to my own mother's sons.
My breath, is strange to my wife, and I am loathsome to the sons of my own mother;
18 Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
Even young children, despise me, I rise up, and they speak against me;
19 All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
All the men of mine intimate circle abhor me, and, these whom I loved, have turned against me;
20 My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.
21 Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten me!
Pity me! pity me! ye, my friends, for, the hand of GOD, hath stricken me!
22 Why do ye persecute me like God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Wherefore should ye persecute me as GOD? and, with my flesh, should not he satisfied?
23 O that my words were now written! O that they were marked down in a scroll!
Oh, then, that my words, could be written, Oh that, in a record, they could be inscribed:
24 That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
That, with a stylus of iron and [with] lead, for all time—in the rock, they could be graven!
25 Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
But, I, know that, my redeemer, liveth, and, as the Last over [my] dust, will he arise;
26 And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
And, though, after my skin is struck off, this [followeth], yet, apart from my flesh, shall I see GOD:
27 Yea, I shall see him my friend; My eyes shall behold him, and not another: For this, my soul panteth within me.
Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, [shall] have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!
28 Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
Surely ye should say—Why should we persecute him? seeing, the root of the matter, is found in me.
29 Be ye afraid of the sword! For malice is a crime for the sword; That ye may know that judgment cometh.
Be ye afraid—on your part—of the face of the sword, because, wrath, [bringeth] the punishments of the sword, to the end ye may know the Almighty.
