Verse 1. Then Job answered, and said:
Verse 2. How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
Verse 3. Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me.
Verse 4. For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me.
Verse 5. But you have set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches.
Verse 6. At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.
Verse 7. Behold I cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.
Verse 8. He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.
Verse 9. He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head.
Verse 10. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.
Verse 11. His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.
Verse 12. His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.
Verse 13. He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me.
Verse 14. My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me.
Verse 15. They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes.
Verse 16. I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth.
Verse 17. My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.
Verse 18. Even fools despise me; and when I was gone from them, they spoke against me.
Verse 19. They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I love most is turned against me.
Verse 20. The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
Verse 21. Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.
Verse 22. Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?
Verse 23. Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?
Verse 24. With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone.
Verse 25. For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.
Verse 26. And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.
Verse 27. Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.
Verse 28. Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him?
Verse 29. Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is judgment.