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Job 16
Darby Translation
Job 16
Darby Translation
16 And Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things: grievous comforters are ye all.
3 Shall words of wind have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
4 I also could speak as ye: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join together words against you, and shake my head at you;
5 [But] I would encourage you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips should assuage [your pain].
6 If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now he hath made me weary; … thou hast made desolate all my family;
8 Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face.
9 His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; [as] mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me.
10 They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me.
11 God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13 His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!
19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, and he that voucheth for me is in the heights.
20 My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto +God.
21 Oh that there were arbitration for a man with +God, as a son of man for his friend!
22 For years [few] in number shall pass,—and I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
Job 16
New King James Version
Job 16
New King James Version
Job Reproaches His Pitiless Friends
16 Then Job answered and said:
2 “I have heard many such things;
(A)Miserable[a] comforters are you all!
3 Shall [b]words of wind have an end?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do,
If your soul were in my soul’s place.
I could heap up words against you,
And (B)shake my head at you;
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth,
And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief.
6 “Though I speak, my grief is not relieved;
And if I remain silent, how am I eased?
7 But now He has (C)worn me out;
You (D)have made desolate all my company.
8 You have shriveled me up,
And it is a (E)witness against me;
My leanness rises up against me
And bears witness to my face.
9 (F)He tears me in His wrath, and hates me;
He gnashes at me with His teeth;
(G)My adversary sharpens His gaze on me.
10 They (H)gape at me with their mouth,
They (I)strike me reproachfully on the cheek,
They gather together against me.
11 God (J)has delivered me to the ungodly,
And turned me over to the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but He has (K)shattered me;
He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces;
He has (L)set me up for His target,
13 His archers surround me.
He pierces my [c]heart and does not pity;
He pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;
He runs at me like a [d]warrior.
15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,
And (M)laid my [e]head in the dust.
16 My face is [f]flushed from weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Although no violence is in my hands,
And my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,
And (N)let my cry have no resting place!
19 Surely even now (O)my witness is in heaven,
And my evidence is on high.
20 My friends scorn me;
My eyes pour out tears to God.
21 (P)Oh, that one might plead for a man with God,
As a man pleads for his [g]neighbor!
22 For when a few years are finished,
I shall (Q)go the way of no return.
Job 16
La Bible du Semeur
Job 16
La Bible du Semeur
Réponse de Job à Éliphaz
Job, blessé par les propos de ses amis
16 Alors Job prit la parole et dit :
2 J’ai entendu beaucoup ╵de discours de ce genre,
vous êtes tous ╵des consolateurs bien pénibles !
3 Cesseras-tu ╵de parler pour du vent ?
Qu’est-ce qui te contraint ╵à répliquer encore[a] ?
4 Si vous étiez vous-mêmes ╵à la place où je suis,
je pourrais parler comme vous,
tenir contre vous des discours,
et, à votre sujet, ╵hocher la tête[b].
5 Je vous fortifierais ╵par mes paroles,
je vous soulagerais ╵par mes lèvres pleines de mots.
6 Cependant, si je parle, ╵pour autant ma souffrance ╵n’en est pas soulagée,
et si je m’en abstiens, ╵va-t-elle me quitter ?
7 Oui, à l’heure présente, ╵Dieu m’a poussé à bout,
oui, tu as ravagé[c] ╵toute ma maisonnée.
8 Tu m’as creusé des rides, ╵elles témoignent contre moi,
et ma maigreur se lève ╵pour m’accuser[d].
9 Dans sa colère, ╵Dieu me déchire ╵et il s’attaque à moi,
il grince des dents[e] contre moi.
Mon adversaire ╵me transperce de ses regards.
10 Ils ouvrent contre moi ╵leur bouche toute grande.
Leurs outrages me giflent,
ils se liguent tous contre moi.
11 Dieu m’a livré ╵au pouvoir des injustes,
il m’a jeté en proie ╵à des méchants.
12 Je vivais en repos, ╵et il m’a secoué,
il m’a pris par la nuque, ╵pour me briser,
puis il m’a relevé ╵pour me prendre pour cible,
13 ses flèches m’environnent,
il transperce mes reins, ╵sans aucune pitié
il répand à terre ma bile.
14 Il m’inflige blessure ╵après blessure.
Il s’est rué sur moi ╵comme un guerrier.
15 J’ai cousu pour ma peau ╵une toile de sac,
et j’ai traîné ma dignité ╵dans la poussière.
16 Mon visage est rougi ╵à force de pleurer,
et l’obscurité la plus noire ╵s’étend sur mes paupières.
17 Pourtant mes mains n’ont pas commis ╵d’actes de violence
et ma prière ╵est sans hypocrisie.
18 Ne couvre pas mon sang, ô terre,
et que mon cri ╵ne soit pas étouffé.
19 Dès à présent : ╵j’ai un témoin au ciel,
oui j’ai dans les lieux élevés, ╵quelqu’un qui témoigne pour moi.
20 Mes amis se moquent de moi :
les yeux baignés de larmes, ╵je me tourne vers Dieu.
21 Qu’il[f] prenne la défense ╵d’un homme devant Dieu,
et qu’il arbitre ╵entre l’homme et son compagnon[g].
22 Ma vie touche à sa fin
et je m’en vais par le chemin ╵d’où l’on ne revient pas.
Footnotes
- 16.3 Réponse à Eliphaz (voir 15.2).
- 16.4 Geste de mépris et d’insulte (Ps 22.8 ; Jr 48.27 ; Mt 27.39).
- 16.7 Au milieu de son discours, Job se tourne soudain vers Dieu.
- 16.8 Comme un faux témoin accusant Job d’être coupable, puisqu’il souffre.
- 16.9 Dieu est comparé à un lion (comparer 10.16) qui l’attaque et le déchire.
- 16.21 il: c’est-à-dire le témoin (v. 19), qui n’est sans doute autre que Dieu lui-même (v. 20 ; voir 17.3).
- 16.21 Autre traduction : comme le fait un homme pour son ami.
Job 16
New International Version
Job 16
New International Version
Job
16 Then Job replied:
2 “I have heard many things like these;
you are miserable comforters,(A) all of you!(B)
3 Will your long-winded speeches never end?(C)
What ails you that you keep on arguing?(D)
4 I also could speak like you,
if you were in my place;
I could make fine speeches against you
and shake my head(E) at you.
5 But my mouth would encourage you;
comfort(F) from my lips would bring you relief.(G)
6 “Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved;
and if I refrain, it does not go away.(H)
7 Surely, God, you have worn me out;(I)
you have devastated my entire household.(J)
8 You have shriveled me up—and it has become a witness;
my gauntness(K) rises up and testifies against me.(L)
9 God assails me and tears(M) me in his anger(N)
and gnashes his teeth at me;(O)
my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.(P)
10 People open their mouths(Q) to jeer at me;(R)
they strike my cheek(S) in scorn
and unite together against me.(T)
11 God has turned me over to the ungodly
and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.(U)
12 All was well with me, but he shattered me;
he seized me by the neck and crushed me.(V)
He has made me his target;(W)
13 his archers surround me.(X)
Without pity, he pierces(Y) my kidneys
and spills my gall on the ground.
14 Again and again(Z) he bursts upon me;
he rushes at me like a warrior.(AA)
15 “I have sewed sackcloth(AB) over my skin
and buried my brow in the dust.(AC)
16 My face is red with weeping,(AD)
dark shadows ring my eyes;(AE)
17 yet my hands have been free of violence(AF)
and my prayer is pure.(AG)
18 “Earth, do not cover my blood;(AH)
may my cry(AI) never be laid to rest!(AJ)
19 Even now my witness(AK) is in heaven;(AL)
my advocate is on high.(AM)
20 My intercessor(AN) is my friend[a](AO)
as my eyes pour out(AP) tears(AQ) to God;
21 on behalf of a man he pleads(AR) with God
as one pleads for a friend.
22 “Only a few years will pass
before I take the path of no return.(AS)
Footnotes
- Job 16:20 Or My friends treat me with scorn
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