Job 16

1 Then Job, answering, said:

Then Job answered,

2 I have often heard such things; you are all aggravating comforters.

"I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.

3 Will there be no end to windy words? Or is it at all a burden to you, if you speak?

Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?

4 I, too, can speak like you; and I also wish that your soul favored my soul. I would also comfort you with speeches and would wag my head over you.

I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,

5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.

but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.

6 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.

"Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

7 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.

But now he has worn me out. You have laid waste all my company.

8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

9 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.

He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

10 They have opened their mouths against me, and, reproaching me, they have struck me on the cheek; they are nourished by my sufferings.

They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

11 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.

God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

12 I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has placed me before him as a sign.

I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

13 He has surrounded me with his lances. He has severely wounded my lower back, he has not been lenient, and he has poured out my organs upon the earth.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

14 He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.

He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.

16 My face is swollen from weeping, and my eyelids have dimmed my vision.

My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

17 These things I have endured without iniquity in my hand, while I held pure prayers before God.

Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

18 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.

"Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.

19 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.

Even now, look, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.

20 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

21 And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!

that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor.

22 For behold, a few years pass by, and I am walking a path by which I will not return.

For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from where I shall not return.