Job 16

Job Says Friends Are Sorry Comforters

Then Job
Lit answered and said
answered,
I have heard many such things;
Lit Comforters of trouble
,
c Sorry comforters are you all.
“Is there no limit to d windy words?
Or what plagues you that you answer?
I too could speak like you,
If
Lit your soul were in place of my soul
I were in your place.
I could compose words against you
And f shake my head at you.
I could strengthen you with my mouth,
And the solace of my lips could lessen your pain.

Job Says God Shattered Him

If I speak g my pain is not lessened,
And if I hold back, what has left me?
But now He has h exhausted me;
You have laid i waste all my company.
You have shriveled me up,
j It has become a witness;
And my k leanness rises up against me,
It testifies to my face.
His anger has l torn me and
Lit borne a grudge against me
hunted me down,
He has n gnashed at me with His teeth;
My o adversary
Lit sharpens his eyes
glares at me.
10 “They have q gaped at me with their mouth,
They have
Lit struck
,
s slapped me on the cheek with contempt;
They have t massed themselves against me.
11 God hands me over to ruffians
And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but u He shattered me,
And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces;
He has also set me up as His v target.
13 “His w arrows surround me.
Without mercy He splits my kidneys open;
He pours out x my gall on the ground.
14 “He y breaks through me with breach after breach;
He z runs at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed aa sackcloth over my skin
And ab thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from ac weeping,
ad And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 Although there is no ae violence in my hands,
And af my prayer is pure.

18 O earth, do not cover my blood,
And let there be no resting place for my cry.
19 Even now, behold ag my witness is in heaven,
And my
Or witness
advocate is ai on high.
20 My friends are my scoffers;
aj My eye
Or drips
weeps to God.
21 O that a man might plead with God
As a man with his neighbor!
22 For when a few years are past,
I shall go the way al of no return.

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