1 T hen Job answered and said,

2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

3 S hall 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 mine head at you.

5 B ut I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.

6 T hough I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

7 B ut now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

8 A nd 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 H e teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

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

11 G od 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 H is archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

14 H e 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 M y face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17 n ot for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.

19 A lso now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

20 M y friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

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

22 W hen a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.