Job Decries His Comforters

¹ Then Job answered:

² “I have heard many things like these;

miserable comforters are you all.

³ Is there no end to your long-winded speeches?

What provokes you to continue testifying?

⁴ I could also speak like you

if you were in my place;

I could heap up^* words against you

and shake my head at you.

⁵ But I would encourage you with my mouth,

and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.

⁶ Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved,

and if I hold back, how will it go away?

⁷ Surely He has now exhausted me;

You have devastated^* all my family.

⁸ You have bound me, and it has become a witness;

my frailty rises up and testifies against me.

⁹ His anger has torn me and opposed me;

He gnashes His teeth at me.

My adversary pierces me with His eyes.

¹⁰ They open their mouths against me

and strike my cheeks with contempt;

they join together against me.

¹¹ God has delivered me to unjust men;

He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.

¹² I was at ease, but He shattered me;

He seized me by the neck and crushed me.

He has set me up as His target;

¹³ His archers surround me.

He pierces my kidneys^* without mercy

and spills my gall on the ground.

¹⁴ He breaks me with wound^* upon wound;^*

He rushes me like a mighty warrior.^*

¹⁵ I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;

I have buried^* my horn in the dust.

¹⁶ My face is red with weeping,

and deep shadows^* ring my eyes;

¹⁷ yet my hands are free of violence

and my prayer is pure.

¹⁸ O earth, do not cover^* my blood;

may my cry for help never be laid to rest.^*

¹⁹ Even now my witness is in heaven,

and my advocate is on high.

²⁰ My friends are my scoffers^*

as my eyes pour out tears to God.

²¹ Oh, that a man might plead with God

as he pleads with his neighbor!

²² For when only a few years are past

I will go the way of no return.