1 But Job answering said:
1 Then Job answered, and said:
2 I have heard oftentimes such things, heavy comforters you are all.
2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.
3 Shall words full of wind have an end? Or is any thing troublesome to thee, if thou speak?
3 Shall windy words have no end? Or is it any trouble to thee to speak?
4 I also could speak things like to you: and would God your soul were for my soul.
4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul.
5 I also would comfort you with words, and would wag my head upon you.
5 I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.
6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
7 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
7 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
8 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, & all my limbs are brought to nothing.
8 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
9 My wrinkles give testimony against me, and a false speaker is raised up against my face contradicting me.
9 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.
10 He hath gathered his fury upon me, and threatening me hath gnashed against me with his teeth, mine enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.
10 He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.
11 They have opened their mouths upon me, and exprobating have strucken my cheek, they are filled with my pains.
11 They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.
12 God hath shut me up with the wicked man, and hath delivered me to the hands of the impious.
12 God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
13 Isometime that wealthy-one suddenly am broken: he hath held my neck, broken me, and set me to himself as it were a mark.
13 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.
14 He hath compassed me with his spears, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out on the earth my bowels.
14 He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth,
15 He hath cut me with wound upon wound, he hath come violently upon me as it were a giant.
15 He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.
16 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
16 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
17 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eye-lids are dim.
17 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
18 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, whereas I had clean prayers to God.
18 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
19 Earth cover not my blood, neither let my cry find place in thee to be hid.
19 O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.
20 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience on high.
20 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
21 My friends full of words: mine eye distilleth unto God.
21 My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.
22 And would God a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion.
22 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
23 For behold the short years pass away, and I walk the path, by the which I shall not return.
23 For behold short years pass away, and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.