Job - Chapter 16
- And Job answereth and saith: --
- I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.
- Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?
- I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
- I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
- If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
- Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
- And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
- His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.
- They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
- God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.
- At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.
- Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.
- He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
- Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
- My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
- Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer `is' pure.
- O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
- Also, now, lo, in the heavens `is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
- My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
- And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.
- When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.
Young's Literal Translation