Job 16

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 my head at you.

5 [But] I would strengthen you with my mouth and the moving of my lips should assuage [your grief].

6 Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: 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; my enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves against me.

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 encompass me; 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 [are] the shades of death;

17 Not for [any] injustice in my 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] my eye poureth out [tears] to God.

21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleadeth] for his neighbor!

22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.