Job 16

1 But Job answered and said:

Bvt Iob answered, and said,

2 Of such things as these I have heard enough! Miserable comforters are ye all!

I haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

3 Will there ever be an end to words of wind? What stirreth thee up, that thou answerest?

Shall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?

4 I also might speak like you, If ye were now in my place; I might string together words against you, And shake my head at you.

I could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,

5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the consolation of my lips should sustain you.

But I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.

6 If I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And if I forbear, it doth not leave me.

Though I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?

7 For now He hath quite exhausted me; Thou hast desolated all my house!

But now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,

8 Thou hast seized hold of me, and this is a witness against me; My leanness riseth up and testifieth against me to my face.

And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.

9 His anger teareth my flesh, and pursueth me; He gnasheth upon me with his teeth; My adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

His wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.

10 They gape for me with their mouths; In scorn they smite me on the cheek; With one consent they assemble against me.

They haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.

11 God hath given me a prey to the unrighteous, And delivered me into the hands of the wicked.

God hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.

12 I was at ease, but he hath crushed me; He hath seized me by the neck, and dashed me in pieces; He hath set me up for his mark.

I was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.

13 His archers encompass me around; He pierceth my reins, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

His archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He rusheth upon me like a warrior.

He hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And thrust my horn into the dust.

I haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.

16 My face is red with weeping, And upon my eyelids is deathlike darkness.

My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,

17 Yet is there no injustice in my bands. And my prayer hath been pure.

Though there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.

18 O earth! cover not thou my blood, And let there be no hiding-place for my cry!

O earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.

19 Yet even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he who knoweth me is on high.

For lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.

20 My friends have me in derision, But my eye poureth out tears unto God.

My friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.

21 O that one might contend for a man with God, As a man contendeth with his neighbor!

Oh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!

22 For when a few years shall have passed, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

For the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.