1But Job answered and said,
2I have heard many such things: poor comforters are you° all.
3What! is there any reason in vain words? or what will hinder you from answering?
4I also will speak as you° do: if indeed your soul were in my soul's stead,
5then would I insult you with words, and I would shake my head at you.
6And would there were strength in my mouth, and I would not spare the movement of my lips.
7For 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?
8But now he has made me weary, and a worn-out fool; and you have laid hold of me.
9My falsehood has become a testimony, and has risen up against me: it has confronted me to my face.
10In his anger he has cast me down; he has gnashed his teeth upon me: the weapons of his robbers have fallen upon me.
11He has attacked me with the keen glances of his eyes; with his sharp spear he has struck me down upon my knees; and they have run upon me with one accord.
12For the Lord has delivered me into the hands of unrighteous men, and thrown me upon the ungodly.
13When 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.
14They surrounded me with spears, aiming at my reins: without sparing me they poured out my gall upon the ground.
15They overthrew me with fall upon fall: they ran upon me in their might.
16They sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and my strength has been spent on the ground.
17My belly has been parched with wailing, and darkness is on my eyelids.
18Yet there was no injustice in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
19Earth, cover not over the blood of my flesh, and let my cry have no place.
20And now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
21Let my supplication come to the Lord, and let my eye weep before him.
22Oh that a man might plead before the Lord, even as the son of man with his neighbour!
23But my years are numbered and their end come, and I shall go by the way by which I shall not return.
