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¹Forsooth Job answered, and said,

²How long torment ye my soul, and all-break me with words?

³Lo! ten times ye have shamed me, and ye be not ashamed, oppressing me.

⁴Forsooth and if I know not or if I am uncunning, mine unknowing shall be with me.

⁵And ye be raised against me, and reprove me with my shames.

⁶Namely now understand ye, that God hath tormented me not by even doom, and hath encompassed me with his beatings.

⁷Lo! I suffering violence shall cry, and no man shall hear me; I shall cry loud, and there is none that deemeth me worthy to be heard.

⁸The Lord hath beset about my path, and I may not go; and he hath set darknesses in my way.

⁹He hath spoiled me of my glory, and hath taken away the crown from mine head.

¹⁰He hath destroyed me on each side, and I perished; and he hath taken away mine hope, as from a tree pulled up by the root.

¹¹His strong vengeance was wroth against me; and he had me so as his enemy.

¹²His thieves came together, and made to them a way by me; and besieged my tabernacle in compass.

¹³He made a far my brethren from me; and my known as aliens went away from me.

¹⁴My neighbours have forsaken me; and they that knew me have forgotten me.

¹⁵The tenants of mine house, and mine handmaids, had me as a stranger; and I was as a pilgrim before their eyes.

¹⁶I called my servant, and he answered not to me; with mine own mouth I prayed him.

¹⁷My wife loathed my breath; and I prayed the sons of my womb.

¹⁸Also fools despised me; and when I was gone away from them, they backbited me.

¹⁹They, that were my counsellors sometime, had abomination of me; and he, whom I loved most, was adversary to me.

²⁰When my fleshes were wasted, my bones cleaved to my skin; and only the lips be left about my teeth.

²¹Have ye mercy on me, have ye mercy on me, namely, ye my friends; for the hand of the Lord hath touched me.

²²Why pursue ye me, as God pursueth; and ye be fulfilled with my fleshes?

²³Who giveth, or granteth, to me, that my words be written? Who giveth to me, that those or they be written in a book,

²⁴with an iron pointel, either with a piece of lead; either with a chisel those or they be engraved in a flint?

²⁵For I know, that mine again-buyer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise from the earth;

²⁶and again I shall be encompassed with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see God, my saviour.

²⁷Whom I myself shall see, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another man. This mine hope is kept in my bosom, that is, in mine heart.

²⁸Why therefore say ye now, Pursue we him, and find we the root of a word against him?

²⁹Therefore flee ye from the face of the sword; for the sword is the avenger of wickednesses, and know ye, that doom shall be.