Job 16

LITV(i) 1 And Job answered and said: 2 I have heard many such things . You are all miserable comforters. 3 Is there an end to windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer? 4 I also could speak as you. If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could bind words against you and shake at you with my head. 5 I might make you strong with my mouth, and the moving of my lips could spare you. 6 If I speak, my pain is not held back; and though I forbear, what ease do I get? 7 But now He has made me weary. You have made all my company desolate. 8 And You have plucked me; for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me; and it answers to my face. 9 His anger has torn, and hated me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; my enemy sharpens His eyes at me. 10 They have gaped at me with their mouth, and scornfully struck my cheek; they gather themselves together against me. 11 God has delivered me to the perverse; and He has turned me over into the hands of the wicked. 12 I was at ease, but He has shattered me; yea, He has also taken hold on my neck and broken me to bits; and He has set me up as a target for Him. 13 His archers surround me; He splits my inward parts and has no pity; He pours out my gall on the ground 14 He breaks me with break on top of break; He runs on me like a warrior. 15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and I have thrust my horn in the dust. 16 My face is reddened from weeping; and the shadow of death is on my eyelids, 17 though no violence is in my hand, and my prayer is pure. 18 O earth, do not cover my blood, and let not my cry have a place. 19 Even now, behold! My witness is in Heaven; and He who testifies of me is on high. 20 My scorners are my friends; my eye pours out tears to God. 21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his friend! 22 For years few in number will come; and I shall not return the way I shall go.