16:1 But Job answered and said, 
     
    16:2 I have heard many such things: poor comforters are ye all. 
     
    16:3 What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder thee from 
    answering? 
     
    16:4 I also will speak as ye [do]: if indeed your soul were in my [soul's] 
    stead, then would I insult you with words, and I would shake my head at you.
     
     
    16:5 And would there were strength in my mouth, and I would not spare the 
    movement of my lips. 
     
    16:6 For if I should speak, I shall not feel the pain of my wound: and if I 
    should be silent, how shall I be wounded the less? 
     
    16:7 But now he has made me weary, and a worn-out fool; and thou hast laid 
    hold of me.  
     
    16:8 My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it 
    has confronted me to my face. 
     
    16:9 In his anger he has cast me down; he has gnashed his teeth upon me: the 
    weapons of his robbers have fallen upon me.  
     
    16:10 He has attacked me with the keen glances of his eyes; with his sharp 
    [spear] he has smitten me [down] upon my knees; and they have run upon me 
    with one accord. 
     
    16:11 For Yehovah has delivered me into the hands of unrighteous men, and 
    thrown me upon the ungodly. 
     
    16:12 When I was at peace he distracted me: he took me by the hair of the 
    head, and plucked it out: he set me up as a mark. 
     
    16:13 They surrounded me with spears, aiming at my reins: without sparing 
    [me] they poured out my gall upon the ground. 
     
    16:14 They overthrew me with fall upon fall: they ran upon me in [their] 
    might. 
     
    16:15 They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on 
    the ground. 
     
    16:16 My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids.
     
     
    16:17 Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure. 
     
    16:18 Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no 
    place. 
     
    16:19 And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high. 
     
    16:20 Let my supplication come to Yehovah, and let mine eye weep before 
    him. 
     
    16:21 Oh that a man might plead before Yehovah, even [as] the son of man 
    with his neighbor! 
     
    16:22 But my years are numbered and [their end] come, and I shall go by the 
    way by which I shall not return.  | 
    16:1 Then Job answered and said, 
     
    16:2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all. 
     
    16:3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou 
    answerest? 
     
    16:4 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. 
     
    16:5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips 
    should asswage your grief. 
     
    16:6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am 
    I eased? 
     
    16:7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. 
     
    16:8 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. 
     
    16:9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his 
    teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. 
     
    16:10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon 
    the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. 
     
    16:11 Elohim hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the 
    hands of the wicked. 
     
    16:12 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. 
     
    16:13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and 
    doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. 
     
    16:14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a 
    giant. 
     
    16:15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. 
     
    16:16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of 
    death; 
     
    16:17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure. 
     
    16:18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. 
     
    16:19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. 
     
    16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto Elohim. 
     
    16:21 O that one might plead for a man with Elohim, as a man pleadeth for his 
    neighbour! 
     
    16:22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not 
    return.  |