And Job answered and said,
How long will ye vex my soul,{HR}And crush me to pieces with words?
These ten times ye reproach me,{HR}And are not ashamed to stun me;
And, after all, if I have erred,{HR}With me doth mine error lodge.
If indeed ye boast against me,{HR}And argue my reproach against me,
Know now that God hath wrested me,{HR}And compassed me round with his net.
Lo, I cry of violence, and am not heard,{HR}I call out, but [there is] no justice.
He hath hedged my way that I cannot pass,{HR}And hath set darkness on my paths.
He hath stripped me of my glory,{HR}And hath taken the crown of my head.
He ruineth me on every side, and I am going;{HR}And my hope he uprooteth like a tree.
He kindleth his anger against me,{HR}And he regardeth me as his enemies.
His troops come together,{HR}And heap up their way against me,{HR}And encamp round about my tabernacle.
My brethren he put far away from me,{HR}And mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
My kinsmen have ceased,{HR}And my confidants have forgotten me.
Guests of my house, and, my maid, count me a stranger,{HR}A foreigner I am become in their eyes.
I call to my servant, but he answereth not;{HR}With my mouth I make supplication to him.
My breath is strange to my wife,{HR}And my entreaties for the children of my body.
Even youngsters despise me;{HR}I rise, and they speak of me.
All my intimates abhorred me,{HR}And those I loved turned against me.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and my flesh;{HR}And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Pity me, pity me, O ye, my friends,{HR}For the hand of God hath stricken me.
Why do ye persecute me as God,{HR}And are ye not satisfied with my flesh?
O that my words were but written!{HR}O that they were but inscribed in a book!
With a pen of iron and lead,{HR}Graven in a rock forever!
And I know my Redeemer liveth,{HR}And later he shall stand up on the earth;
And after my skin this is torn in pieces,{HR}Yet from my flesh shall I see God,
Whom I shall see for myself,{HR}And mine eyes shall behold, and not a stranger:{HR}My reins consume in mine inwards.
If ye say, How shall we persecute him,{HR}And the root of the matter is found in him?
Fear for yourselves before the sword,{HR}For there is wrath, crimes of the sword;{HR}That ye may know [there is] a judgment.