19 And Job proceeded to answer and say:
2 “How long will YOU men keep irritating my soul+
And keep crushing me with words?+
3 These ten times YOU proceeded to rebuke me;
YOU are not ashamed [that] YOU deal so hard with me.+
4 And, granted that I have made a mistake,+
It is with me that my mistake will lodge.*
5 If for a fact against me YOU men do put on great airs,+
And YOU show my reproach to be proper against me,+
6 KNOW, then, that God* himself has misled me,
And his hunting net he has closed in upon me.+
7 Look! I keep crying out, ‘Violence!’ but I get no answer;+
I keep crying for help, but there is no justice.+
8 My very path he has blocked with a stone wall,+ and I cannot pass over;
And upon my roadways he puts darkness itself.+
9 My own glory he has stripped from me,+
And he takes away the crown of my head.
10 He pulls me down on all sides, and I go away;
And he pulls my hope out just like a tree.
11 His anger also grows hot against me,+
And he keeps reckoning me as an adversary of his.
12 Unitedly his troops come and cast up their way against me,+
And they camp round about my tent.
13 My own brothers he has put far away from me,+
And the very ones knowing me have even turned aside from me.
14 My intimate acquaintances* have ceased to be,+
And those known by me have themselves forgotten me,
15 Those residing as aliens in my house;+ and my slave girls themselves reckon me as a stranger;
A real foreigner I have become in their eyes.
16 To my servant I have called, but he does not answer.
With my own mouth I keep imploring him for compassion.
17 My breath* itself has become loathsome to my wife,+
And I have become foul-smelling to the sons of my [mother’s] belly.
18 Also young boys themselves have rejected me;+
Let me but rise up, and they begin to speak against me.
19 All the men of my intimate group detest me,+
And those whom I loved have turned against me.+
20 To my skin and to my flesh my bones actually cleave,+
And I escape with the skin of my teeth.*
21 Show me some favor, show me some favor, O YOU my companions,+
For God’s* own hand has touched me.+
22 Why do YOU men keep persecuting me as God* does,+
And not become satisfied with my very flesh?
23 O that now my words were written down!
O that in a book they were even inscribed!
24 With an iron stylus+ and [with] lead,
Forever in the rock O that they were hewn!
25 And I myself well know that my redeemer*+ is alive,
And that, coming after [me], he will rise up+ over [the] dust.
26 And after my skin, [which] they have skinned off,—this!
Yet reduced in my flesh* I shall behold God,*
27 Whom even I shall behold for myself,+
And [whom] my very eyes will certainly see, but not some stranger.
My kidneys have failed deep within me.
28 For YOU men say, ‘Why do we keep persecuting+ him?’
When the very root of [the] matter is found in me.*
29 Be frightened for yourselves because of a sword,+
For the sword means a raging against errors,
In order that YOU men may know there is a judge.”*+