Job

¹Then Job answered, ²“I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters! ³Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer? ⁴I 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, ⁵but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you. ⁶“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased? ⁷But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made all my company desolate. ⁸You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face. ⁹He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me. ¹⁰They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me. ¹¹God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked. ¹²I 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. ¹³His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground. ¹⁴He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant. ¹⁵I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust. ¹⁶My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids, ¹⁷although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure. ¹⁸“Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest. ¹⁹Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high. ²⁰My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God, ²¹that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor! ²²For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.