And Job answereth and saith: --
Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make
yourselves strange to me --
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error
If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against
me my reproach;
Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net
against me hath set round,
Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud,
and there is no judgment.
My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths
darkness He placeth.
Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the
crown from my head.
He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like
a tree my hope.
And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to
Him as His adversaries.
Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me
their way, And encamp round about my tent.
My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine
acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have
Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon
me: An alien I have been in their eyes.
To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my
mouth I make supplication to him.
My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons
of my mother's womb.
Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak
Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have
loved, Have been turned against me.
To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I
deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath
stricken against me.
Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not
Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth
grant that in a book they may be graven?
With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may
That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last,
For the dust he doth rise.
And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from
my flesh I see God:
Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and
not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of
the matter hath been found in me.
Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious are
the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that there is a judgment.