Job: Poor Comforters are You

1And Job answered and said,

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

3Shall words of wind have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

4I also could speak as ye: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join together words against you, and shake my head at you;

5[But] I would encourage you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips should assuage [your pain].

6If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased?

7But now he hath made me weary; ... thou hast made desolate all my family;

8Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face.

9His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; [as] mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me.

10They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me.

11God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.

12I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

13His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man.

15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.

16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

18O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!

19Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, and he that voucheth for me is in the heights.

20My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto +God.

21Oh that there were arbitration for a man with +God, as a son of man for his friend!

22For years [few] in number shall pass, -- and I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.