| Job, Chapter 16 |
| 001: | Then Job answered and said, |
| 002: | I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all. |
| 003: | Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest? |
| 004: | I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you. |
| 005: | But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief. |
| 006: | Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? |
| 007: | But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. |
| 008: | And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. |
| 009: | He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. |
| 010: | They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. |
| 011: | God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. |
| 012: | I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. |
| 013: | His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. |
| 014: | He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. |
| 015: | I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. |
| 016: | My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
| 017: | Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure. |
| 018: | O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. |
| 019: | Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. |
| 020: | My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. |
| 021: | O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour! |
| 022: | When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return. |
