Job 16

Then Job replied:

“I have heard many things like these before. What miserable comforters are you all!

Will there be an end to your windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer?

I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could pile up words against you, and I could shake my head at you.

But I would strengthen you with my words; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.

“But if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I refrain from speaking, how much of it goes away?

Surely now he has worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.

You have seized me, and it has become a witness; my leanness has risen up against me and testifies against me.

His anger has torn me and persecuted me; he has gnashed at me with his teeth; my adversary locks his eyes on me.

People have opened their mouths against me; they have struck my cheek in scorn; they unite together against me.

God abandons me to evil men, and throws me into the hands of wicked men.

I was in peace, and he has shattered me. He has seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;

his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.

He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin and buried my horn in the dust;

my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,

although there is no violence in my hands and my prayer is pure.

“O earth, do not cover my blood, nor let there be a secret place for my cry.

Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high.

My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;

and he contends with God on behalf of man as a man pleads for his friend.

For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.