Book of Job, Chapter 16
Chapter 16 of Job
¶ [a]Miserable comforters are ye all.
¶ Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
¶ If your soul were in my soul’s stead,
¶ I could join words together against you,
¶ And shake my head at you.
¶ And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.
¶ And though I forbear, [c]what am I eased?
¶ Thou hast made desolate all my company.
¶ And my leanness riseth up against me,
¶ It testifieth to my face.
¶ He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth:
¶ Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
¶ They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully:
¶ They gather themselves together against me.
¶ And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
¶ Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces:
¶ He hath also set me up for his mark.
¶ He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;
¶ He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
¶ He runneth upon me like a [g]giant.
¶ And have [h]laid my horn in the dust.
¶ And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
¶ And my prayer is pure.
¶ And let my cry [i]have no resting-place.
¶ And he that voucheth for me is on high.
¶ But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
¶ And of a son of man with his neighbor!
¶ I shall go the way whence I shall not return.FOOTNOTES
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