Job 19

¹And Job answereth and saith: —

²Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

³These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me —

⁴And also — truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.

⁵If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;

⁶Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

⁷Lo, I cry out — violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

⁸My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.

⁹Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.

¹⁰He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

¹¹And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.

¹²Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

¹³My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.

¹⁴Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,

¹⁵Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes.