Job 16:1-13 ▼

1 And Job answers and says:

2 “I have heard many such things, || Miserable comforters [are] you all.

3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what emboldens you that you answer?

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 goes from me?

7 Only, now, it has wearied me; You have desolated all my company,

8 And You loathe me, || For it has been a witness, || And my failure rises up against me, || It testifies in my face.

9 His anger has torn, and He hates me, || He has gnashed at me with His teeth, || My adversary sharpens His eyes for me.

10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, || In reproach they have struck my cheeks, || Together they set themselves against me.

11 God shuts me up to the perverse, || And turns me over to the hands of the wicked.

12 I have been at ease, and He breaks me, || And He has laid hold on my neck, || And He breaks me in pieces, || And He raises me to Him for a mark.

13 His archers go around against me. He split my reins, and does not spare, || He pours out my gall to the earth.