Job

 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.+