Job 16
1And Job made answer and said,
2Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.
3May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?
4It 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:
5I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.
6If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?
7But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
8It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.
9I 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;
10Their 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.
11God gives me over to the power of sinners, sending me violently into the hands of evil-doers.
12I 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.
13His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
15I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping, and my eyes are becoming dark;
17Though my hands have done no violent acts, and my prayer is clean.
18O earth, let not my blood be covered, and let my cry have no resting-place!
19Even now my witness is in heaven, and the supporter of my cause is on high.
20My friends make sport of me; to God my eyes are weeping,
21So that he may give decision for a man in his cause with God, and between a son of man and his neighbour.
22For in a short time I will take the journey from which I will not come back.
Job 17
1My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
2Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.
3Be pleased, now, to be responsible for me to yourself; for there is no other who will put his hand in mine.
4You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.
5As for him who is false to his friend for a reward, light will be cut off from the eyes of his children.
6He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
8The upright are surprised at this, and he who has done no wrong is troubled because of the evil-doers.
9Still the upright keeps on his way, and he who has clean hands gets new strength.
10But come back, now, all of you, come; and I will not see a wise man among you.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
12They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
13If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
14If I say to the earth, You are my father; and to the worm, My mother and my sister;
15Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
16Will they go down with me into the underworld? Will we go down together into the dust?
Job 18
1Then Bildad the Shuhite made answer and said,
2How long will it be before you have done talking? Get wisdom, and then we will say what is in our minds.
3Why do we seem as beasts in your eyes, and as completely without knowledge?
4But come back, now, come: you who are wounding yourself in your passion, will the earth be given up because of you, or a rock be moved out of its place?
5For the light of the sinner is put out, and the flame of his fire is not shining.
6The light is dark in his tent, and the light shining over him is put out.
7The steps of his strength become short, and by his design destruction overtakes him.
8His feet take him into the net, and he goes walking into the cords.
9His foot is taken in the net; he comes into its grip.
10The twisted cord is put secretly in the earth to take him, and the cord is placed in his way.
11He is overcome by fears on every side, they go after him at every step.
12His strength is made feeble for need of food, and destruction is waiting for his falling footstep.
13His skin is wasted by disease, and his body is food for the worst of diseases.
14He is pulled out of his tent where he was safe, and he is taken away to the king of fears.
15In his tent will be seen that which is not his, burning stone is dropped on his house.
16Under the earth his roots are dry, and over it his branch is cut off.
17His memory is gone from the earth, and in the open country there is no knowledge of his name.
18He is sent away from the light into the dark; he is forced out of the world.
19He has no offspring or family among his people, and in his living-place there is no one of his name.
20At his fate those of the west are shocked, and those of the east are overcome with fear.
21Truly, these are the houses of the sinner, and this is the place of him who has no knowledge of God.
Job 19
1And Job made answer and said,
2How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
3Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
4And, truly, if I have been in error, the effect of my error is only on myself.
5If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
6Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
7Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
8My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
12His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
13He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
15I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
16At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
17My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
18Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
22Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
23If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
24And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
25But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;
26And ... without my flesh I will see God;
27Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
28If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
29Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.