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Job 16

16 Then Eyob replied:

“Often have I heard you talk like that already--

plaguy comforters that you are!

Will your own windy speeches never end?

What ails you that you will be answering me?

I could talk as you talk,

if you were in my place;

I could string strictures upon you,

and toss my head in scorn;

I could talk courage to you,

would not spare the language of compassion!

I would not spare my pity if I spoke;

even were I silent, I would pity still!

Here is God wearing me out, dazing me!

My misery shrivels me up;

my gauntness proves my guilt,

it is an open evidence against me!

He flings me down and rends me in his rage,

he shows his teeth at me.

When I was happy, he, he crushed me,

he caught me by the neck and mangled me.

He set me up to be his target,

his arrows rain upon me,

piercing my vitals without pity,

till my entrails ooze out on earth.

Breach after breach he makes upon my walls,

he storms me with a warrior’s rush.

I have stitched sackcloth on my skin,

and bowed my glory to the dust;

my face is flushed with tears,

my eyes are dimmed,

though I have done no wrong,

although my life is innocent.

Cover not up my blood, O earth!

let the cry of it go wandering through the world!

Yet even already heaven has a witness for me,

and there is One on high to vouch for me.

My friends deride me,

but my tears turn to God in prayer,

that he would plead for man against Himself,

and vindicate a man against his friends!

Come but a few years more,

and I go, never to return;