1901 American Standard Version (ASV)

Job 16

1 Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness. 7 He sheweth the pitifulness of his case. 17 He maintaineth his innocency.

 16:1 ¶ Then Job answered and said,

 16:2 I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.

 16:3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

 16:4 I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

 16:5 [But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage [your grief].

 16:6 Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?

 16:7 But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.

 16:8 And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me]: And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

 16:9 He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

 16:10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.

 16:11 God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

 16:12 I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

 16:13 His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

 16:14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

 16:15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.

 16:16 My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

 16:17 Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

 16:18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no [resting]-place.

 16:19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.

 16:20 My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

 16:21 That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor!

 16:22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.