¹ Then Job answered,

^{2 Ref} "I have heard many such things. Miserable comforters are you all!

^{3 Ref} Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?

^{4 Ref} I 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.

^{5 Ref} But I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.

^{6 Ref} "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

^{7 Ref} But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.

^{8 Ref} You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.

^{9 Ref} He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He has gnashed on me with his teeth: My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

^{10 Ref} They have gaped on me with their mouth; They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

^{11 Ref} God delivers me to the ungodly, And casts me into the hands of the wicked.

^{12 Ref} I 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.

^{13 Ref} His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

^{14 Ref} He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

^{15 Ref} I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.

^{16 Ref} My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

^{17 Ref} Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

^{18 Ref} "Earth, don't cover my blood, Let my cry have no place to rest.

^{19 Ref} Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.

^{20 Ref} My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

^{21 Ref} That he would maintain the right of a man with God, Of a son of man with his neighbor!

^{22 Ref} For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.

¹ And Job answereth and saith: --

^{2 Ref} I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.

^{3 Ref} Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?

^{4 Ref} 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.

^{5 Ref} I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.

^{6 Ref} If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?

^{7 Ref} Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,

^{8 Ref} And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

^{9 Ref} His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.

^{10 Ref} They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.

^{11 Ref} God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.

^{12 Ref} 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.

^{13 Ref} Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

^{14 Ref} He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

^{15 Ref} Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

^{16 Ref} My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.

^{17 Ref} Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer `is' pure.

^{18 Ref} O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

^{19 Ref} Also, now, lo, in the heavens `is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.

^{20 Ref} My interpreter `is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:

^{21 Ref} And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend.

^{22 Ref} When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.

¹ And Job made answer and said,

^{2 Ref} Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.

^{3 Ref} May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?

^{4 Ref} It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:

^{5 Ref} I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.

^{6 Ref} If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?

^{7 Ref} But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.

^{8 Ref} It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.

^{9 Ref} I am broken by his wrath, and his hate has gone after me; he has made his teeth sharp against me: my haters are looking on me with cruel eyes;

^{10 Ref} Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.

^{11 Ref} God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.

^{12 Ref} I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.

^{13 Ref} His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.

^{14 Ref} I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.

^{15 Ref} I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.

^{16 Ref} My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;

^{17 Ref} Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.

^{18 Ref} O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!

^{19 Ref} Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.

^{20 Ref} My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,

^{21 Ref} So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.

^{22 Ref} For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.