Job chapter 16 tag:brojed.org/cms,2026-04-04:20260404 2026-04-04T06:39:35+00:00 tag:brojed.org/cms,2026-04-04:20260404 2026-04-04T06:39:35+00:00

Then Job answered and said: I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all! Is there no end to windy words? What ails you that you answer thus? I also could speak as you do, if your soul were in the place of my soul. I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you. But I would assure you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would be restrained. When I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I remain silent, how do I proceed? But now He has exhausted me; you have devastated my company. You have seized me as a witness; my deception rises up against me and testifies to my face. He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; my adversary sharpens His eyes at me. They have gaped at me with their mouth, and struck me reproachfully on the cheek; they gather together against me. The Mighty God has delivered me to the perverse, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. I was at ease, but He has shattered me; He also has taken hold on my neck, and dashed me to pieces; He has set me up for His target. His archers surround me; He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground. He breaks me with break upon break; He runs at me like a mighty man. I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and have thrust my horn into the dust. My face is flushed from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; although no violence is in my hands, and my prayer is pure. O earth, do not cover my blood, and let my cry have no resting place! Even now, behold, my evidence is in Heaven, and my witness is on high. My friends scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to God. Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for the son of his friend! For when the number of years have come, I shall go the way from which I shall not return.

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