1And Job answers and says:

2“I have heard many such things, || Miserable comforters [are] you all.

3Is there an end to words of wind? Or what emboldens you that you answer?

4I also, like you, might speak, || If your soul were in my soul’s stead. I might join against you with words, || And nod at you with my head.

5I might harden you with my mouth, || And the moving of my lips might be sparing.

6If I speak, my pain is not restrained, || And I cease—what goes from me?

7Only, now, it has wearied me; You have desolated all my company,

8And You loathe me, || For it has been a witness, || And my failure rises up against me, || It testifies in my face.

9His anger has torn, and He hates me, || He has gnashed at me with His teeth, || My adversary sharpens His eyes for me.

10They have gaped on me with their mouth, || In reproach they have struck my cheeks, || Together they set themselves against me.

11God shuts me up to the perverse, || And turns me over to the hands of the wicked.

12I have been at ease, and He breaks me, || And He has laid hold on my neck, || And He breaks me in pieces, || And He raises me to Him for a mark.

13His archers go around against me. He split my reins, and does not spare, || He pours out my gall to the earth.

14He breaks me—breach on breach, || He runs on me as a mighty one.

15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, || And have rolled my horn in the dust.

16My face is foul with weeping, || And on my eyelids [is] death-shade.

17Not for violence in my hands, || And my prayer [is] pure.

18O earth, do not cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.

19Also, now, behold, my witness [is] in the heavens, || And my testifier in the high places.

20My interpreter [is] my friend, || My eye has dropped to God;

21And He reasons for a man with God, || As a son of man for his friend.

22When a few years come, || Then I go [on] the path of no return.”