Job Chapter 16

1 Job answered:

            2 “I’ve heard a lot of things like that;

                  you’re miserable comforters.

            3 Is there no end to windy words?

                  What’s your problem that you answer me like that?

            4 I could talk to you like you’re talking if I was in your place.

                  I could string out words and shake my head at you.

            5 Or, I could encourage you

                  so my comfort could lessen your pain.                

Job 16:1-5

            6 “If I speak, it doesn’t take away my pain;

                  if I don’t speak, how much of it goes away?

            7 God has worn me out;

                  he’s taken away my family.

            8 He has made me skin and bones

                  and used it as a witness against me.

            My haggard body shows in my gaunt face.

            9 His anger hunts me down and tears me up;

                  he gnashes his teeth at me;

                  my adversary glares at me.

            10 People gape at me with their mouth

                  and slap me on the cheek in their contempt;

                  they gang up on me.                                            

Job 16:6-10

            11 God has handed me over to ungodly people

                  and thrown me away to sinners.

            12 I was at ease, but he tore me apart;

                  he grabbed me by the neck and dashed me to pieces.

            13 His arrows have pierced me all over;

                  he’s slashed open my kidneys without mercy

                  and poured out my gall on the ground.

            14 He’s broken me down time after time

                  and charged at me like a soldier.

            15 I sewed burlap on my skin

                  and laid my strength in the dust.

            16 My face is flushed from crying;

                  I have dark circles around my eyes

                        17 although I haven’t been violent,

                        and my prayer is pure.                                   

Job 16:11-17

            18 “Earth, don’t cover up my blood;

                  don’t let my outcry cease.

            19 Even now my witness is in heaven;

                  my Advocate is on high.

            20 My friends make fun of me;

                  I shed my tears to God.

            21 Oh that I could plead with him

                  like a person does with his friend!

            22 In a few years, I’ll go the way of no return.

From the CNT translation by Virgil Warren, PhD