Job

¹ Then Job replied:

² miserable comforters are you all!

³ What ails you that you keep on arguing?

⁴ if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head at you.

⁵ comfort from my lips would bring you relief.

⁶ and if I refrain, it does not go away.

⁷ you have devastated my entire household.

⁸ my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.

⁹ and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.

¹⁰ they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me.

¹¹ and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.

¹² he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;

¹³ Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.

¹⁴ he rushes at me like a warrior.

¹⁵ and buried my brow in the dust.

¹⁶ deep shadows ring my eyes;

¹⁷ and my prayer is pure.

¹⁸ may my cry never be laid to rest!

¹⁹ my advocate is on high.

²⁰ as my eyes pour out tears to God;

²¹ as a man pleads for his friend.

²² before I go on the journey of no return.