¹ Then Job answered,

² "I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters!

³ Shall vain words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer?

⁴ I also could speak as you do. If your soul were in my soul's place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,

⁵ but I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.

⁶ "Though I speak, my grief is not subsided. Though I forbear, what am I eased?

⁷ But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have made desolate all my company.

⁸ You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

⁹ He has torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

¹⁰ They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.

¹¹ God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

¹² I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.

¹³ His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

¹⁴ He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.

¹⁵ I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.

¹⁶ My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.

¹⁷ Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.

¹⁸ "Earth, do not cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.

¹⁹ Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.

²⁰ My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

²¹ that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!

²² For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.