1901 American Standard Version (ASV)

Job 19

1 Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, sheweth there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty. 21, 28 He craveth pity. 25 He believeth the resurrection.

 19:1 ¶ Then Job answered and said,

 19:2 How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

 19:3 These ten times have ye reproached me: Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.

 19:4 And be it indeed that I have erred, Mine error remaineth with myself.

 19:5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach;

 19:6 Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], And hath compassed me with his net.

 19:7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

 19:8 He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.

 19:9 He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.

 19:10 He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

 19:11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries.

 19:12 His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

 19:13 He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.

 19:14 My kinsfolk have failed, And my familiar friends have forgotten me.

 19:15 They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.

 19:16 I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, [Though] I entreat him with my mouth.

 19:17 My breath is strange to my wife, And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.

 19:18 Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.

 19:19 All my familiar friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.

 19:20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

 19:21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.

 19:22 Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

 19:23 Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!

 19:24 That with an iron pen and lead They were graven in the rock for ever!

 19:25 But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

 19:26 And after my skin, [even] this [body], is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;

 19:27 Whom I, even I, shall see, on my side, And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

 19:28 If ye say, How we will persecute him! And that the root of the matter is found in me;

 19:29 Be ye afraid of the sword: For wrath [bringeth] the punishments of the sword, That ye may know there is a judgment.