1
Then
Job
answered
and
said,
2
I
have
heard
many
such
things:
miserable
comforters
[are]
ye
all.
3
Shall
vain
words
have
an
end?
or
what
emboldeneth
thee
that
thou
answerest?
4
I
also
could
speak
as
ye
[do]:
if
your
soul
were
in
my
soul’s
stead,
I
could
heap
up
words
against
you,
and
shake
mine
head
at
you.
5
[But]
I
would
strengthen
you
with
my
mouth,
and
the
moving
of
my
lips
should
asswage
[your
grief].
6
Though
I
speak,
my
grief
is
not
asswaged:
and
[though]
I
forbear,
what
am
I
eased?
7
But
now
he
hath
made
me
weary:
thou
hast
made
desolate
all
my
company.
8
And
thou
hast
filled
me
with
wrinkles,
[which]
is
a
witness
[against
me]:
and
my
leanness
rising
up
in
me
beareth
witness
to
my
face.
9
He
teareth
[me]
in
his
wrath,
who
hateth
me:
he
gnasheth
upon
me
with
his
teeth;
mine
enemy
sharpeneth
his
eyes
upon
10
They
have
gaped
upon
me
with
their
mouth;
they
have
smitten
me
upon
the
cheek
reproachfully;
they
have
gathered
themselves
together
against
11
God
hath
delivered
me
to
the
ungodly,
and
turned
me
over
into
the
hands
of
the
wicked.
12
I
was
at
ease,
but
he
hath
broken
me
asunder:
he
hath
also
taken
[me]
by
my
neck,
and
shaken
me
to
pieces,
and
set
me
up
for
his
mark.
13
His
archers
compass
me
round
about,
he
cleaveth
my
reins
asunder,
and
doth
not
spare;
he
poureth
out
my
gall
upon
the
ground.
14
He
breaketh
me
with
breach
upon
breach,
he
runneth
upon
me
like
a
giant.
15
I
have
sewed
sackcloth
upon
my
skin,
and
defiled
my
horn
in
the
dust.
16
My
face
is
foul
with
weeping,
and
on
my
eyelids
[is]
the
shadow
of
death;
17
Not
for
[any]
injustice
in
mine
hands:
also
my
prayer
[is]
pure.
18
O
earth,
cover
not
thou
my
blood,
and
let
my
cry
have
no
place.
19
Also
now,
behold,
my
witness
[is]
in
heaven,
and
my
record
[is]
on
high.
20
My
friends
scorn
me:
[but]
mine
eye
poureth
out
[tears]
unto
God.
21
O
that
one
might
plead
for
a
man
with
God,
as
a
man
[pleadeth]
for
his
neighbour!
22
When
a
few
years
are
come,
then
I
shall
go
the
way
[whence]
I
shall
not
return.