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
English Standard Version
Job Replies: Miserable Comforters Are You
16 Then Job answered and said:
2 “I have heard (A)many such things;
(B)miserable comforters are you all.
3 Shall (C)windy words have an end?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do,
if you were in my place;
I could join words together against you
and (D)shake my head at you.
5 I could strengthen you with my mouth,
and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.
6 “If I speak, my pain is not assuaged,
and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?
7 Surely now God has worn me out;
(E)he has[a] made desolate all my company.
8 And he has shriveled me up,
which is (F)a witness against me,
and my (G)leanness has risen up against me;
it testifies to my face.
9 He has (H)torn me in his wrath (I)and hated me;
he has (J)gnashed his teeth at me;
my adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
10 Men have (K)gaped at me with their mouth;
they have (L)struck me insolently on the cheek;
they (M)mass themselves together against me.
11 God gives me up to the ungodly
and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, and he broke me apart;
he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;
he set me up as his (N)target;
13 his (O)archers surround me.
He slashes open my kidneys (P)and does not spare;
he (Q)pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breaks me with (R)breach upon breach;
he (S)runs upon me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed (T)sackcloth upon my skin
and have laid (U)my strength (V)in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,
and on my eyelids is (W)deep darkness,
17 although there is no (X)violence in my hands,
and my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, (Y)cover not my blood,
and let my (Z)cry find no resting place.
19 Even now, behold, my (AA)witness is in heaven,
and he who testifies for me is (AB)on high.
20 My friends (AC)scorn me;
my eye pours out tears to God,
21 that he would (AD)argue the case of a man with God,
as[b] a son of man does with his neighbor.
22 For when a few years have come
I shall go the way (AE)from which I shall not return.
Hiob 16
Luther Bibel 1545
16 Hiob antwortete und sprach:
2 Ich habe solches oft gehört. Ihr seid allzumal leidige Tröster!
3 Wollen die leeren Worte kein Ende haben? Oder was macht dich so frech, also zu reden?
4 Ich könnte auch wohl reden wie ihr. Wäre eure Seele an meiner Statt, so wollte ich auch Worte gegen euch zusammenbringen und mein Haupt also über euch schütteln.
5 Ich wollte euch stärken mit dem Munde und mit meinen Lippen trösten.
6 Aber wenn ich schon rede, so schont mein der Schmerz nicht; lasse ich's anstehen so geht er nicht von mir.
7 Nun aber macht er mich müde und verstört alles, was ich bin.
8 Er hat mich runzlig gemacht, das zeugt wider mich; und mein Elend steht gegen mich auf und verklagt mich ins Angesicht.
9 Sein Grimm zerreißt, und der mir gram ist, beißt die Zähne über mich zusammen; mein Widersacher funkelt mit seinen Augen auf mich.
10 Sie haben ihren Mund aufgesperrt gegen mich und haben mich schmählich auf meine Backen geschlagen; sie haben ihren Mut miteinander an mir gekühlt.
11 Gott hat mich übergeben dem Ungerechten und hat mich in der Gottlosen Hände kommen lassen.
12 Ich war in Frieden, aber er hat mich zunichte gemacht; er hat mich beim Hals genommen und zerstoßen und hat mich zum Ziel aufgerichtet.
13 Er hat mich umgeben mit seinen Schützen; er hat meine Nieren gespalten und nicht verschont; er hat meine Galle auf die Erde geschüttet.
14 Er hat mir eine Wunde über die andere gemacht; er ist an mich gelaufen wie ein Gewaltiger.
15 Ich habe einen Sack um meine Haut genäht und habe mein Horn in den Staub gelegt.
16 Mein Antlitz ist geschwollen von Weinen, und meine Augenlider sind verdunkelt,
17 wiewohl kein Frevel in meiner Hand ist und mein Gebet ist rein.
18 Ach Erde, bedecke mein Blut nicht! und mein Geschrei finde keine Ruhestätte!
19 Auch siehe da, meine Zeuge ist mein Himmel; und der mich kennt, ist in der Höhe.
20 Meine Freunde sind meine Spötter; aber mein Auge tränt zu Gott,
21 daß er entscheiden möge zwischen dem Mann und Gott, zwischen dem Menschenkind und seinem Freunde.
22 Denn die bestimmten Jahre sind gekommen, und ich gehe hin des Weges, den ich nicht wiederkommen werde.
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