Job
1-2 Why do you keep tormenting me with words?
3 Time after time you insult me
and show no shame for the way you abuse me.
4 Even if I have done wrong,
how does that hurt you?
5 You think you are better than I am,
and regard my troubles as proof of my guilt.
6 Can't you see it is God who has done this?
He has set a trap to catch me.
7 I protest his violence,
but no one is listening;
no one hears my cry for justice.
8 God has blocked the way, and I can't get through;
he has hidden my path in darkness.
9 He has taken away all my wealth
and destroyed my reputation.
10 He batters me from every side.
He uproots my hope
and leaves me to wither and die.
11 God is angry and rages against me;
he treats me like his worst enemy.
12 He sends his army to attack me;
they dig trenches and lay siege to my tent.
13 God has made my own family forsake me;
I am a stranger to those who knew me;
14 my relatives and friends are gone.
15 Those who were guests in my house have forgotten me;
my servant women treat me like a stranger and a foreigner.
16 When I call a servant, he doesn't answer—
even when I beg him to help me.
17 My wife can't stand the smell of my breath,
and my own brothers won't come near me.
18 Children despise me and laugh when they see me.
19 My closest friends look at me with disgust;
those I loved most have turned against me.
20 My skin hangs loose on my bones;
I have barely escaped with my life.
21 You are my friends! Take pity on me!
The hand of God has struck me down.
22 Why must you persecute me the way God does?
Haven't you tormented me enough?
23 How I wish that someone would remember my words
and record them in a book!
24 Or with a chisel carve my words in stone
and write them so that they would last forever.
25 But I know there is someone in heaven
who will come at last to my defense.
26 Even after my skin is eaten by disease,
while still in this body I will see God.
27 I will see him with my own eyes,
and he will not be a stranger.
My courage failed because you said,
28 “How can we torment him?”
You looked for some excuse to attack me.
29 But now, be afraid of the sword—
the sword that brings God's wrath on sin,
so that you will know there is one who judges.
1 Bvt Iob answered, and said, 2 Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes? 3 Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee. 4 And though I had in deede erred, mine errour remaineth with me. 5 But in deede if ye will aduance your selues against me, and rebuke me for my reproche, 6 Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net. 7 Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement. 8 Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths. 9 Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head. 10 He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree. 11 And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies. 12 His armies came together, and made their way vpon me, and camped about my tabernacle. 13 He hath remooued my brethre farre from me, and also mine acquaintance were strangers vnto me. 14 My neighbours haue forsaken me, and my familiars haue forgotten me. 15 They that dwel in mine house, and my maydes tooke me for a stranger: for I was a stranger in their sight. 16 I called my seruant, but he would not answere, though I prayed him with my mouth. 17 My breath was strange vnto my wife, though I prayed her for the childrens sake of mine owne body. 18 The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me. 19 All my secret friends abhorred me, and they whome I loued, are turned against me. 20 My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth. 21 Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me. 22 Why do ye persecute me, as God? and are not satisfied with my flesh? 23 Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke, 24 And grauen with an yron pen in lead, or in stone for euer! 25 For I am sure, that my Redeemer liueth, and he shall stand the last on the earth. 26 And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh. 27 Whome I my selfe shall see, and mine eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my reynes are consumed within me. 28 But yee sayde, Why is hee persecuted? And there was a deepe matter in me. 29 Be ye afraide of the sworde: for the sworde will be auenged of wickednesse, that yee may knowe that there is a iudgement.