1 Then Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4 I also could speak as ye
5 But
6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles,
9 He teareth
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together 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
13 His archers compass me round about, 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
17 Not for
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness
20 My friends scorn me:
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way