Home Master Index
←Prev   Job 16 as rendered by/in  Next→ 


16:1  1 Job moved by the importunacy of his friends, 7 Counteth in what extremity he is. 19 And taketh God to witness of his innocence. But Job answered and said,
16:2  I have oftentimes heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
16:3  Shall there be none end of words of wind? or what maketh thee bold so to answer?
16:4  I could also speak as ye do: (but would God your soul were in my soul’s stead) I could keep you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,
16:5  But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should assuage your sorrow.
16:6  Though I speak, my sorrow cannot be assuaged: though I cease, what release have I?
16:7  But now he maketh me weary: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,
16:8  And hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witness thereof, and my leanness riseth up in me, testifying the same in my face.
16:9  His wrath hath torn me, and he hateth me, and gnasheth upon me with his teeth: mine enemy hath sharpened his eyes against me.
16:10  They have opened their mouths upon me, and smitten me on the cheek in reproach: they gathered themselves together against me.
16:11  God hath delivered me to the unjust, and hath made me to turn out of the way by the hands of the wicked.
16:12  I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the neck and beaten me, and set me as a mark for himself.
16:13  His archers compass me round about: he cutteth my reins, and doth not spare, and poureth my gall upon the ground.
16:14  He hath broken me with one breaking upon another, and runneth upon me like a giant.
16:15  I have sowed a sackcloth upon my skin, and have abased mine horn unto the dust.
16:16  My face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is upon mine eyes,
16:17  Though there be no wickedness in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.
16:18  O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my crying find no place.
16:19  For lo, now my witness is in the heaven, and my record is on high.
16:20  My friends speak eloquently against me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
16:21  Oh that a man might plead with God, as man with his neighbor!
16:22  For the years accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not return.