1750 Challoner Revision of the Douay-Rheims (DR)

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 do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

 19:3 Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me.

 19:4 For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me.

 19:5 But you set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches.

 19:6 At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.

 19:7 Behold I shall cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.

 19:8 He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.

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

 19:10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.

 19:11 His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.

 19:12 His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.

 19:13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me.

 19:14 My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me.

 19:15 They that dwell in my house, and my maidservants have counted me as a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes.

 19:16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth.

 19:17 My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.

 19:18 Even fools despised me, and when I was gone from them, they spoke against me.

 19:19 They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I loved most is turned against me.

 19:20 The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.

 19:21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.

 19:22 Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?

 19:23 Who will grant me that my words may be written? who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?

 19:24 With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone?

 19:25 For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.

 19:26 And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God.

 19:27 Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.

 19:28 Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him?

 19:29 Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is a judgment.