Job 16

¹Then Job answered and said,

²I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.

³Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

⁴I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul’s stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

⁵But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.

⁶Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?

⁷But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.

⁸And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me: And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

⁹He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

¹⁰They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.

¹¹God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

¹²I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

¹³His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

¹⁴He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

¹⁵I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.