Job's complaint against his friends in their wrong reproach
Then Job answered and said,
How long will you grieve my soul
And crush me with your words?
times you have reproached me;
You are not ashamed to deal wrongly with me.
And be it that I have erred,
My error remains with me.
If you indeed magnify yourselves against me
And use my reproach in argument against me,
Job's complaint toward God in His severe stripping
Know then that God has 1subverted
And compassed me about with His net.
Indeed, I cry out, Violence! and I am not answered;
I call for help, and there is no justice.
He has awalled
up my way so that I cannot pass;
And He has put darkness upon my paths.
He has stripped my 1glory
And taken away the 1crown
on my head.
He has broken me all around, and I am gone;
And my 1hope
is plucked up like a tree.
He has also kindled His 1anger
And in Himself He considers me as His aadversary
His troops come together
And cast up their highway against me
And encamp all around my tent.
He has removed my brothers far from me,
And those who know me are wholly estranged from me.
My relatives have failed me,
And my acquaintances have forgotten me.
Those who sojourn in my house and my maids consider me as a stranger;
I am a foreigner in their eyes.
To my servant I call out, but he does not answer;
I entreat him with my mouth.
My breath is strange to my wife;
supplications, to the children of my mother’s womb.
Even little children despise me:
I arise and they speak against me.
All the men whom I take counsel with abhor me,
And those whom I love have turned against me.
cleave to my skin and to my flesh,
And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Pity me, pity me, O my friends;
For the ahand
of God has touched me.
Why do you persecute me as God does
And are not satisfied with eating my flesh?
Oh, that my words were now written!
Oh, that they were inscribed in a abook
That with an airon
pen and with lead
They were engraved in rock forever!
But I know that my 1aRedeemer
And at the last He will stand upon the earth;
And after this body of mine is destroyed,
Outside my flesh I will alook
Whom I, even I, will look on for myself,
And my eyes will see; I, and no other.
My inward parts that long for God are consumed within me.
If you say, How will we persecute him?
For the root of the matter is found in him;
Be fearful of the sword,
For wrath brings the punishment of the sword,
That you may know that there is a judgment.