| The Book of Job.|
The Harvard Classics. 190914.
| || THEN Job answered and said,|
| ||I have heard many such things:|
Miserable 1 comforters are ye all.
| ||Shall vain 2 words have an end?|
Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
| ||I also could speak as ye do;|
If your soul were in my souls stead,
I could join words together against you,
And shake my head at you.
| ||But I would strengthen you with my mouth,|
And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.
| || Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged;|
And though I forbear, what 3 am I eased?
| ||But now he hath made me weary:|
Thou hast made desolate all my company.
| ||And thou hast laid 4 fast hold on me, which is a witness against me:|
And my leanness riseth up against me:
It testifieth to my face.
| ||He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted 5 me;|
He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth:
Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
| ||They have gaped upon me with their mouth;|
They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully:
They gather themselves together against me.
| ||God delivereth me to the ungodly,|
And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
| ||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.
| ||His archers 6 compass me round about;|
He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;
He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
| ||He breaketh me with breach upon breach;|
He runneth upon me like a giant. 7
| ||I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,|
And have laid 8 my horn in the dust.
| ||My face is red with weeping,|
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
| ||Although there is no violence in my hands,|
And my prayer is pure.
| || O earth, cover not thou my blood,|
And let my cry have 9 no resting-place.
| ||Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,|
And he that voucheth for me is on high.
| ||My friends scoff at me:|
But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
| ||That 10 he would maintain the right of a man with God,|
And of a son of man with his neighbor!
| ||For when a few years are come,|
I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
|Note 1. Or, Wearisome. [back]|
|Note 2. Heb. words of wind. [back]|
|Note 3. Heb. what departeth from me?. [back]|
|Note 4. Or, shrivelled me up. [back]|
|Note 5. Or, hated. [back]|
|Note 6. Or, arrows.Or, mighty ones. [back]|
|Note 7. Or, mighty man. [back]|
|Note 8. Or, defiled. [back]|
|Note 9. Or, have no more place. [back]|
|Note 10. Or, That one might plead for a man with God, As a son of man pleadeth for his neighbor. [back]|