Job 16:8–17:9

⁸And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth. ⁹His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. ¹⁰They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. ¹¹God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. ¹²At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark. ¹³Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. ¹⁴He breaketh me—breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. ¹⁵Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. ¹⁶My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids is death-shade.

¹⁷Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure. ¹⁸O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry. ¹⁹Also, now, lo, in the heavens is my witness, And my testifier in the high places. ²⁰My interpreter is my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped: ²¹And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend. ²²When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.

Chapter 17

¹My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished—graves are for me. ²If not—mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth. ³Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me? ⁴For their heart Thou hast hidden From understanding, Therefore Thou dost not exalt them. ⁵For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed. ⁶And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am. ⁷And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them. ⁸Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up. ⁹And the righteous layeth hold on his way, And the clean of hands addeth strength, And—dumb are they all.