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 CYV translation by Virgil Warren, PhD