1Then Job answered,
2“I have heard many things like these. You are all miserable comforters!
3Do your empty words have an end? Or what compels you that you answer?
4I also could speak like you do. If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you,
5but instead I would strengthen you with my mouth. The solace of my lips would relieve you.
6“Though I speak, my pain is not relieved. And if I hold back, what pain leaves me?
7But now, God, you have surely worn me out. You have devastated all my group of loved ones.
8You have shriveled me up. It has become a witness against me. My infirmity rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
9He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me. He has gnashed on me with his teeth. My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.
10They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek with contempt. They have massed themselves together against me.
11God delivers me to the ungodly and casts me into the hands of the wicked.
12I was at ease, and he broke me apart. Yes, he has taken me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. He has also set me up for his target.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a warrior.
15“I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and have thrust my horn into the dust.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18“Earth, do not cover my blood, and may my cry have no resting place.
19Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he who vouches for me is on high.
20My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
21that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
22For when a few years have come, I will go the way of no return.”