Book 18 Job Chapter 016
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| 016:001 | Then Job answered and said,   |
| 016:002 | I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.   |
| 016:003 | Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?   |
| 016:004 | 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.   |
| 016:005 | But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.   |
| 016:006 | Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?   |
| 016:007 | But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.   |
| 016:008 | And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.   |
| 016:009 | He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.   |
| 016:010 | They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.   |
| 016:011 | God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.   |
| 016:012 | 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.   |
| 016:013 | His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.   |
| 016:014 | He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.   |
| 016:015 | I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.   |
| 016:016 | My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;   |
| 016:017 | Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.   |
| 016:018 | O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.   |
| 016:019 | Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.   |
| 016:020 | My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.   |
| 016:021 | O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!   |
| 016:022 | When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return. |