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Job 16

World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible

Then Job answered,
Then Job answered:
“I have heard many such things.
“I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all.
Shall vain words have an end?
Is there no end to your long-winded speeches? What provokes you to continue testifying?
I also could speak as you do.
I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
but I would strengthen you with my mouth.
But I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.
“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided.
Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?
But now, God, you have surely worn me out.
Surely He has now exhausted me; You have devastated all my family.
You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me.
You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me.
His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
They have gaped on me with their mouth.
They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join together against me.
God delivers me to the ungodly,
God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
I was at ease, and he broke me apart.
I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;
His archers surround me.
His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
He breaks me with breach on breach.
He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.
My face is red with weeping.
My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
although there is no violence in my hands,
yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
“Earth, don’t cover my blood.
O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven.
Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
My friends scoff at me.
My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
that he would maintain the right of a man with God,
Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
For when a few years have come,
For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.