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Chapter 16
1 Then Job answered, and said:
2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.
3 Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to you to speak?
4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul.
5 I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.
6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
7 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
8 But now my sorrow has oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
9 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker rises up against my face, contradicting me.
10 He has gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he has gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.
11 They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.
12 God has shut me up with the unjust man, and has delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
13 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he has taken me by my neck, he has broken me, and has set me up to be his mark.
14 He has compassed me round about with his lances, he has wounded my loins, he has not spared, and has poured out my bowels on the earth.
15 He has torn me with wound upon wound, he has rushed in upon me like a giant.
16 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
17 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
18 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
19 O earth, cover not you my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in you.
20 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that know my conscience is on high.
21 My friends are full of words: my eye pours out tears to God.
22 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
23 For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which l shall not return.