| 1 | 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. |