1Then Job answered and said: 2I have heard many such things; sorry comforters are ye all. 3Shall windy words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest? 4I also could speak as ye do; if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you. 5I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would assuage your grief. 6 Though I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and though I forbear, what am I eased? 7But now He hath made me weary; Thou hast made desolate all my company. 8And Thou hast shrivelled me up, which is a witness against me; and my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face. 9He hath torn me in His wrath, and hated me; He hath gnashed upon me with His teeth; mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me. 10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek scornfully; they gather themselves together against me. 11God delivereth me to the ungodly, and casteth me into the hands of the wicked. 12I was at ease, and He broke me asunder; yea, He hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces; He hath also set me up for His mark. 13His archers compass me round about, He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground. 14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant. 15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust. 16My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; 17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure. 18O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place. 19Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high. 20Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto God; 21That He would set aright a man contending with God, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour! 22For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.