Job 16

¹Then Job answered:

²“I have heard many such things;

miserable comforters are you all.

³Shall windy words have an end?

Or what provokes you that you answer?

⁴I also could speak as you do,

if you were in my place;

I could join words together against you,

and shake my head at you.

⁵I could strengthen you with my mouth,

and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.

⁶“If I speak, my pain is not assuaged,

and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?

⁷Surely now God has worn me out;

he has made desolate all my company.

⁸And he has shriveled me up,

which is a witness against me;

and my leanness has risen up against me,

it testifies to my face.

⁹He has torn me in his wrath, and hated me;

he has gnashed his teeth at me;

my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.

¹⁰Men have gaped at me with their mouth,

they have struck me insolently upon the cheek,

they mass themselves together against me.

¹¹God gives me up to the ungodly,

and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

¹²I was at ease, and he broke me asunder;

he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;

he set me up as his target,

¹³his archers surround me.

He slashes open my kidneys, and does not spare;

he pours out my gall on the ground.

¹⁴He breaks me with breach upon breach;

he runs upon me like a warrior.

¹⁵I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

and have laid my strength in the dust.

¹⁶My face is red with weeping,

and on my eyelids is deep darkness;

¹⁷although there is no violence in my hands,

and my prayer is pure.

¹⁸“O earth, cover not my blood,

and let my cry find no resting place.

¹⁹Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,

and he that vouches for me is on high.

²⁰My friends scorn me;

my eye pours out tears to God,

²¹that he would maintain the right of a man with God,

like that of a man with his neighbor.

²²For when a few years have come

I shall go the way whence I shall not return.