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Job Chapter 16 |
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1 Then Job answered and said, Last updated: Mar, 2013 |
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Young's Literal1 Then Job answered and said, 2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters [are] ye all. 3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest? 4 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. 5 [But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage [your grief]. 6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased? 7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. 8 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. 9 He teareth [me] in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. 10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. 11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. 12 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. 13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. 14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. 15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. 16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death; 17 Not for [any] injustice in mine hands: also my prayer [is] pure. 18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. 19 Also now, behold, my witness [is] in heaven, and my record [is] on high. 20 My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God. 21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleadeth] for his neighbour! 22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return. King James Version1 And Job answereth and saith: -- 2 I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all. 3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest? 4 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 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing. 6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me? 7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company, 8 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 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. 10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. 11 God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. 12 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 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. 14 He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. 15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. 16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade. 17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure. 18 O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry. 19 Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places. 20 My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped: 21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend. 22 When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go. |