16 And Job proceeded to answer and say:
2 “I have heard many things like these.
All of YOU are troublesome comforters!+
3 Is there an end to windy words?+
Or what galls* you, that you answer?
4 I myself also could well speak as YOU men do.
If only YOUR souls existed where my soul is,
Would I be brilliant in words* against YOU,+
And would I wag my head against YOU?+
5 I would strengthen YOU with the words of my mouth,+
And the consolation of my own lips would hold back—.
6 If I do speak, my own pain is not held back,+
And if I do cease doing so, what goes away from me?
7 Only now he has made me weary;+
He has made all those assembling with me desolate.
8 You also seize me. It has become a witness,+
So that my leanness rises up against me. In my face it testifies.
9 His very anger has torn [me] to pieces, and he harbors animosity+ against me.
He actually grinds his teeth against me.+
My adversary himself sharpens his eyes against me.+
10 They have opened their mouth wide against me,+
With reproach they have struck my cheeks,
In large number they mass themselves against me.+
11 God* hands me over to young boys,*
And into the hands of wicked ones he throws me headlong.+
12 I had come to be at ease, but he proceeded to shake me up;+
And he grabbed me by the back of the neck and proceeded to smash me,
And he sets me up as a target for himself.
13 His archers+ encircle me;
He splits open my kidneys+ and feels no compassion;
He pours out my gallbladder to the very earth.
14 He keeps breaking through me with breach after breach;
He runs at me like a mighty one.+
15 Sackcloth+ I have sewed together over my skin,
And I have thrust my horn in the very dust.+
16 My face itself has become reddened from weeping,+
And upon my eyelids there is deep shadow,*+
17 Although there is no violence upon my palms,
And my prayer is pure.+
18 O earth, do not cover my blood!+
And let there prove to be no place for my outcry!
19 Also now, look! in the heavens is one testifying about me,
And my witness* is in the heights.+
20 My companions are spokesmen against me;+
To God* my eye has looked sleeplessly.+
21 And the decision is to be made between an able-bodied man and God,
The same as between a son of man* and his fellow.+
22 For just a few years* are to come,
And by the path by which I shall not return I shall go away.+