Job Says Friends Are Miserable Comforters

16 Then Job responded,

“I have heard many things like these;
[a](A)Miserable comforters are you all!
Is there no end to (B)windy words?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
I too could speak like you,
If only [b]I were in your place.
I could compose words against you
And (C)shake my head at you.
Or I could strengthen you with my mouth,
And the condolence of my lips could lessen your pain.

Job Says God Shattered Him

“If I speak, (D)my pain is not lessened,
And if I refrain, what pain leaves me?
But now He has (E)exhausted me;
You have laid (F)waste all my group of loved ones.
And you have shriveled me up,
[c](G)It has become a witness;
And my (H)infirmity rises up against me,
It testifies to my face.
His anger has (I)torn me and [d]hunted me down,
He has (J)gnashed at me with His teeth;
My (K)enemy [e]glares at me.
10 They have (L)gaped at me with their mouths,
They have [f](M)slapped me on the cheek with contempt;
They have (N)massed themselves against me.
11 God hands me over to criminals,
And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but (O)He shattered me,
And He has grasped me by my neck and shaken me to pieces;
He has also set me up as His (P)target.
13 His (Q)arrows surround me.
He splits my kidneys open without mercy;
He pours out (R)my bile on the ground.
14 He (S)breaks through me with breach after breach;
He (T)runs at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed (U)sackcloth over my skin,
And (V)thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from (W)weeping,
(X)And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 Although there is no (Y)violence in my hands,
And (Z)my prayer is pure.

18 “Earth, do not cover my blood,
And may there be no resting place for my cry.
19 Even now, behold, (AA)my witness is in heaven,
And my [g]advocate is (AB)on high.
20 My friends are my scoffers;
(AC)My eye weeps to God,
21 That one might plead for a man with God
As a son of man with his neighbor!
22 For when a few years are past,
I shall go the way (AD)of no return.

Footnotes

  1. Job 16:2 Lit Comforters of trouble
  2. Job 16:4 Lit your soul were in place of my soul
  3. Job 16:8 I.e., Job’s condition
  4. Job 16:9 Lit borne a grudge against me
  5. Job 16:9 Lit sharpens his eyes
  6. Job 16:10 Lit struck
  7. Job 16:19 Or witness

Job Reaffirms His Innocence

16 Then Job answered:

“I have heard many such things;
    miserable comforters are you all.
Have windy words no limit?
    Or what provokes you that you keep on talking?(A)
I also could talk as you do,
    if you were in my place;
I could join words together against you
    and shake my head at you.(B)
I could encourage you with my mouth,
    and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.

“If I speak, my pain is not assuaged,
    and if I refrain, how much of it leaves me?
Surely now God has worn me out;
    he has[a] made desolate all my company.(C)
And he has[b] shriveled me up,
    which is a witness against me;
my leanness has risen up against me,
    and it testifies to my face.(D)
He has torn me in his wrath and hated me;
    he has gnashed his teeth at me;
    my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.(E)
10 They have gaped at me with their mouths;
    they have struck me insolently on the cheek;
    they mass themselves together against me.(F)
11 God gives me up to the evil
    and casts me into the hands of the wicked.(G)
12 I was at ease, and he broke me in two;
    he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;
he set me up as his target;(H)
13     his archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys and shows no mercy;
    he pours out my gall on the ground.(I)
14 He bursts upon me again and again;
    he rushes at me like a warrior.(J)
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin
    and have laid my strength in the dust.(K)
16 My face is red with weeping,
    and deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 though there is no violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.(L)

18 “O earth, do not cover my blood;
    let my outcry find no resting place.(M)
19 Even now my witness is in heaven,
    and my advocate is on high.(N)
20 My friends scorn me;
    my eye pours out tears to God,
21 that he would maintain the right of a mortal with God,
    as[c] one does for a neighbor.(O)
22 For when a few years have come,
    I shall go the way from which I shall not return.(P)

Footnotes

  1. 16.7 Heb you have
  2. 16.8 Heb you have
  3. 16.21 Syr Vg Tg: Heb and