Job, complaining of the repeated cruelty of his friends, sheweth that he hath misery enough to gratify it: he calleth for pity; professeth his belief of a future resurrection; and warneth his friends not to persecute him.
1 Then Job answered and said,
2 How 1long will ye 2vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3 These 1ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye amake yourselves strange to me.
4 And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth 1with myself.
5 If indeed ye will 1magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
6 Know now that 1God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7 Behold, 1I cry out of awrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8 He 1hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
9 He hath 1stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 He hath destroyed me 1on every side, and I am gone: and mine 2hope hath he removed like a tree.
11 He hath also 1kindled his wrath against me, and he 2counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
12 His 1troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
13 He hath 1put my brethren far from me, and mine 2acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
14 My 1kinsfolk have failed, and my 2familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 They that 1dwell in mine house, and my maids, 2count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
16 I called my servant, and 1he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth.
17 1My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the 2children's sake of amine own body.
18 Yea, ayoung children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.
19 All 1amy inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 My 1bone cleaveth to my skin aand to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 Have 1pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched 2me.
22 Why do ye 1persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 aOh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
24 That they were graven with an 1iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
25 For 1I know that my 2redeemer liveth, and that he shall 3stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26 aAnd though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet 1in my flesh shall I see God:
27 Whom I shall see 1for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not aanother; bthough my reins be consumed cwithin me.
28 But ye should say, Why 1persecute we him, aseeing the root of the matter is found in me?
29 Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, 1that ye may know there is a judgment.