|Then Job answered:||Job. Jb.19.1-29|
|"How long will you torment me, |
and break me in pieces with words?
|These ten times you have cast reproach upon me; |
are you not ashamed to wrong me?
|And even if it be true that I have erred, |
my error remains with myself.
|If indeed you magnify yourselves against me, |
and make my humiliation an argument against me,
|know then that God has put me in the wrong, |
and closed his net about me.
|Behold, I cry out, 'Violence!' but I am not answered;|
I call aloud, but there is no justice.
|He has walled up my way, so that I cannot pass, |
and he has set darkness upon my paths.
|He has stripped from me my glory, |
and taken the crown from my head.
|He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone, |
and my hope has he pulled up like a tree.
|He has kindled his wrath against me, |
and counts me as his adversary.
|His troops come on together;|
they have cast up siegeworks against me,
and encamp round about my tent.
|"He has put my brethren far from me, |
and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
|My kinsfolk and my close friends have failed me;|
|the guests in my house have forgotten me; |
my maidservants count me as a stranger;
I have become an alien in their eyes.
|I call to my servant, but he gives me no answer;|
I must beseech him with my mouth.
|I am repulsive to my wife, |
loathsome to the sons of my own mother.
|Even young children despise me; |
when I rise they talk against me.
|All my intimate friends abhor me, |
and those whom I loved have turned against me.
|My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, |
and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
|Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends,|
for the hand of God has touched me!
|Why do you, like God, pursue me? |
Why are you not satisfied with my flesh?
|"Oh that my words were written! |
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
|Oh that with an iron pen and lead |
they were graven in the rock for ever!
|For I know that my Redeemer lives, |
and at last he will stand upon the earth;
|and after my skin has been thus destroyed, |
then from my flesh I shall see God,
|whom I shall see on my side, |
and my eyes shall behold, and not another.
My heart faints within me!
|If you say, 'How we will pursue him!' |
and, 'The root of the matter is found in him';
|be afraid of the sword, |
for wrath brings the punishment of the sword,
that you may know there is a judgment."
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