And Job answered and said,
2I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters.
3Shall words of wind have an end? Or what provokes you that you should answer?
4I also could speak as you do; if your soul were in my soul's place. I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.
5I might make you strong with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would spare you.
6Though I speak, my pain is not held back, and though I forbear, in what way am I eased?
7But now He has made me weary; You have made all my company desolate.
8And You have plucked me, for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me, and it answers to my face.
9His anger has torn and hated me; He gnashes on me with His teeth; my enemy sharpens his eyes at me;
10They have gaped on me with their mouth; and have scornfully beaten me on the cheek; they gather themselves against me.
11God has delivered me to the perverse; and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12I was at ease, but He has broken me in pieces; yea, He has also taken me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up for His mark.
13His archers hem me in; He splits my inward parts, and does not spare; He pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks me with break on break; He runs on me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin and thrust my horn in the dust.
16My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17though no violence is in my hand, and my prayer is pure.
18Oh earth, do not cover my blood, and let not my cry have a place.
19Also now, behold, my Witness is in Heaven, and He who testifies of me is on high.
20My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God.
21Oh that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
22For the years that are few will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.