Job 19
1 But Job answered and said:
Then Job answered and said,
2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will all of you vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3 These ten times have ye reviled me; Without shame do ye stun me!
These ten times have all of you reproached me: all of you are not ashamed that all of you make yourselves strange to me.
4 And be it, indeed, that I have erred, My error abideth with myself.
And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remains with myself.
5 Since, indeed, ye magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach,
If indeed all of you will magnify yourselves against me, 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 now that God has overthrown me, and has compassed me with his net.
7 Behold, I complain of wrong, but receive no answer; I cry aloud, but obtain no justice.
Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8 He hath fenced up my way, so that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.
He has fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.
He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone! He hath torn up my hope like a tree.
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope has he removed like a tree.
11 He kindleth his anger against me, And counteth me as his enemy.
He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me unto him as one of his enemies.
12 His troops advance together against me; They throw up for themselves a way to me, And encamp around my dwelling.
His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and camp round about my tabernacle.
13 My brethren he hath put far from me, And my acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
He has put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily cut off from me.
14 My kinsfolk have forsaken me, And my bosom friends have forgotten me.
My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends 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.
They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an foreigner in their sight.
16 I call my servant, and he maketh no answer; With my own mouth do I entreat him.
I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I implored him with my mouth.
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, though I implored for the children's sake of mine own body.
18 Even young children despise me; When I rise up, they speak against me.
Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.
19 All my bosom friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.
All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 My bones cleave to my flesh and my skin, And I have scarcely escaped with the skin of my teeth.
My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 Have pity upon me, O ye my friends! have pity upon me; For the hand of God hath smitten me!
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O all of you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
22 Why do ye persecute me like God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Why do all of you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 O that my words were now written! O that they were marked down in a scroll!
Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
24 That with an iron pen, and with lead, They were engraven upon the rock for ever!
That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
25 Yet I know that my Vindicator liveth, And will hereafter stand up on the earth;
For I know that my redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26 And though with my skin this body be wasted away, Yet without my flesh shall I see God.
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in 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 shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
28 Since ye say, “How may we persecute him, And find grounds of accusation against him?”
But all of you should say, Why persecute we 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 all of you afraid of the sword: for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that all of you may know there is a judgment.
