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16 In response Iyov said:

“I have heard this stuff so often!
Such sorry comforters, all of you!
Is there no end to words of wind?
What provokes you to answer this way?

“If I were in your place,
I too could speak as you do —
I could string phrases together against you
and shake my head at you.
I could ‘strengthen’ you with my mouth,
with lip service I could ‘ease your grief.’
If I speak, my own pain isn’t eased;
and if I don’t speak, it still doesn’t leave.

“But now he has worn me out;
you have desolated this whole community of mine.
Besides, you have shriveled me up;
and this serves to witness against me.
My being so thin rises up against me
and testifies to my face.
He tears me apart in his anger;
he holds a grudge against me;
he gnashes on me with his teeth.
“My enemies look daggers at me.
10 Wide-mouthed, they gape at me;
with scorn, they slap my cheeks;
they gather themselves together against me.

11 “God delivers me to the perverse,
throws me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at peace, and he shook me apart.
Yes, he grabbed me by the neck and dashed me to pieces.
He set me up as his target —
13 his archers surrounded me.
He slashes my innards and shows no mercy,
he pours my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks in on me again and again,
attacking me like a warrior.

15 “I sewed sackcloth together to cover my skin
and laid my pride in the dust;
16 my face is red from crying,
and on my eyelids is a death-dark shadow.
17 Yet my hands are free from violence,
and my prayer is pure.

18 “Earth, don’t cover my blood;
don’t let my cry rest [without being answered].
19 Even now, my witness is in heaven;
my advocate is there on high.
20 With friends like these as intercessors,
my eyes pour out tears to God,
21 that he would arbitrate between a man and God,
just as one does for his fellow human being.
22 For I have but few years left
before I leave on the road of no return.

Job Replies: You Are Miserable Comforters

16 Then Job answered:

“I have heard many such things;
    miserable comforters are you all!
Will windy words have an end?
    Or what provokes you that you answer?
I also could speak as you do,
    if your soul were in my place.
I could heap up words against you
    and shake my head at you;
but I would strengthen you with my mouth,
    and the moving of my lips would relieve your grief.

“Though I speak, my grief is not relieved;
    and though I stop, how am I eased?
But now He has made me weary;
    You have made desolate all my company.
You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me;
    and my leanness has risen up and bears witness to my face.
He has torn me in His wrath, and He has carried a grudge against me.
    He has gnashed me with His teeth;
    my enemy sharpens His gaze upon me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth;
    they have struck me upon the cheek with reproach;
    they have gathered themselves together against me.
11 God has delivered me to the ungodly
    and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but He has shattered me.
    He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces,
and set me up for His target.
13     His archers surround me;
He splits open my kidneys and does not pity;
    He pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He pierces me with thrust after thrust;
    He rushes upon me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin
    and thrust my horn into the dust.
16 My face is inflamed with weeping,
    and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
17 though not for any violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.

18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,
    and let my cry have no resting place.
19 Also now, look, my witness is in heaven,
    and my record is on high.
20 My friends scorn me;
    my eyes pour out tears unto God.
21 Oh, that one might plead for a man with God,
    as a man pleads for his neighbor!

22 “For when a few years have passed,
    I will go the way from which I will not return.