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Job 16:1-22
[1] Then Job answered and said, [2] I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all. [3] Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest? [4] I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you. [5] But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief. [6] Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? [7] But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. [8] And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. [9] He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes 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. [11] God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. [12] I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. [13] His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. [14] He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. [15] I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. [16] My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; [17] Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure. [18] O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. [19] Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. [20] My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. [21] O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour! [22] When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return. |
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