Job

¹ Then Job answered and said,

² Troublesome comforters are you all.

³ Or what pains you that you answer?

⁴ If your soul were in the place of my soul. I could compose words against you And shake my head at you.

⁵ And the solace of my lips could lessen your pain.

⁶ And if I cease, what will go forth from me?

⁷ You have made desolate all my company.

⁸ It has become a witness; And my leanness rises up against me, It answers to my face.

⁹ He has gnashed at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens his eyes to look at me.

¹⁰ They have struck me on the cheek in reproach; They have massed themselves against me.

¹¹ And tosses me into the hands of the wicked.

¹² And He has grasped me by the neck and shaken me to pieces; He has also set me up as His target.

¹³ Without mercy He splits my kidneys open; He pours out my gall on the ground.

¹⁴ He runs at me like a warrior.

¹⁵ And thrust my horn in the dust.

¹⁶ And the shadow of death is on my eyelids,

¹⁷ And my prayer is pure.

¹⁸ And let there be no resting place for my cry.

¹⁹ And my advocate is on high.

²⁰ My eye weeps to God.

²¹ As a man with his neighbor!

²² I shall go the way of no return.