Job 16
Revised Geneva Translation
16 But Job answered and said,
2 “I have oftentimes heard such things. Miserable comforters are you all!
3 “Shall there be no end of your words of wind? What makes you so bold to answer?
4 “I could also speak as you do if your soul were in my soul’s place. I could keep you company in speaking and could shake my head at you.
5 “But I would strengthen you with my mouth. And the motion of my lips would bring relief.
6 “Though I speak, my sorrow cannot be relieved. Though I cease, what release have I?
7 “But now, He makes me weary: You have made all my congregation desolate
8 “and have made me full of wrinkles, which is a witness of it. And my leanness rises up in me, testifying in my face.
9 “His wrath has torn and He hates me, gnashing on me with His Teeth. My enemy has sharpened his eyes against me.
10 “They have opened their mouths upon me and struck me on the cheek in reproach. They gathered themselves together against me.
11 “God has delivered me to the unjust and has made me turn out of the way, by the hands of the wicked.
12 “I was wealthy, but he has brought me to nothing. He has taken me by the neck and beaten me and set me as a mark for Himself.
13 “His archers surround me. He pierces my core and does not spare and pours my gall upon the ground.
14 “He has broken me with one breaking upon another and runs upon me like a giant.
15 “I have sown a sackcloth upon my skin and have defiled my horn in the dust.
16 “My face is withered with weeping and the shadow of death is upon my eyes,
17 “though no wickedness is in my hands and my prayer is pure.
18 “O Earth, do not cover my blood. And let my crying find no place.
19 “For lo, now my witness is in the sky, and my record on high.
20 “My friends speak eloquently against me. My eye pours out to God.
21 “Oh that a man might plead with God, as a man with his neighbor!
22 “For few years come before I shall go and not return.
Job 16
King James Version
16 Then Job answered and said,
2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4 I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9 He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
11 God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13 His archers compass 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 giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
Giobbe 16
Nuova Riveduta 2006
Giobbe si lamenta dei suoi amici
16 (A)Allora Giobbe rispose e disse:
2 «Di cose come queste ne ho udite tante! Siete tutti dei consolatori molesti!
3 Non ci sarà una fine alle parole vane? Che cosa ti provoca a rispondere?
4 Anch’io potrei parlare come voi, se voi foste al posto mio; potrei mettere insieme delle parole contro di voi e su di voi scrollare il capo;
5 potrei farvi coraggio con la bocca e il conforto delle mie labbra vi calmerebbe.
Giobbe si lamenta della sua sorte
6 (B)«Se parlo, il mio dolore non ne sarà lenito; se cesso di parlare, che sollievo ne avrò?
7 Ora, purtroppo, Dio mi ha ridotto senza forze, ha desolato tutta la mia casa;
8 mi ha coperto di grinze e questo testimonia contro di me, la mia magrezza si leva ad accusarmi apertamente.
9 La sua ira mi lacera, mi perseguita, digrigna i denti contro di me, il mio nemico aguzza gli occhi su di me.
10 Aprono larga contro di me la bocca, mi percuotono per oltraggio le guance, si mettono tutti insieme a darmi addosso.
11 Dio mi dà in balìa degli empi, mi getta in mano ai malvagi.
12 Vivevo in pace ed egli mi ha scosso con violenza, mi ha preso per la nuca, mi ha frantumato, mi ha posto per suo bersaglio.
13 I suoi arcieri mi circondano, egli mi trafigge i reni senza pietà, sparge a terra il mio fiele.
14 Apre sopra di me breccia su breccia, mi corre addosso come un guerriero.
15 Mi sono cucito un cilicio sulla pelle, ho prostrato la mia fronte nella polvere.
16 Il mio viso è rosso di pianto, sulle mie palpebre si stende l’ombra di morte.
17 Eppure le mie mani non commisero mai violenza, e la mia preghiera fu sempre pura.
Giobbe invoca la morte
18 (C)«O terra, non coprire il mio sangue e non vi sia luogo dove si fermi il mio grido!
19 Già fin d’ora, ecco, il mio Testimone è nel cielo, il mio Garante è nei luoghi altissimi.
20 Gli amici mi deridono; ma a Dio si volgono piangenti gli occhi miei.
21 Sostenga egli le ragioni dell’uomo presso Dio, le ragioni del figlio d’uomo contro i suoi compagni!
22 Poiché pochi anni ancora e me ne andrò per una via senza ritorno.
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.
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