Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness.
Job 16:1 Iob answered, and sayde: Job 16:2 I haue oft tymes herde soch thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, all the sorte of you. Job 16:3 Shall not thy vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye? Job 16:4 I coude speake, as ye do also. But wolde God, that youre soule were in my soules steade: then shulde I heape vp wordes agaynst you, and shake my heade at you. Job 16:5 I shulde comforte you with my mouth, and release youre payne with ye talkinge of my lyppes. Job 16:6 But what shall I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wil not ceasse: and though I holde my toge, yet wil it not departe fro me.
He sheweth the pitifulness of his case.
Job 16:7 And now that I am full of payne, and all that I haue destroied Job 16:8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there stodeth vp a dyssembler to make me answere with lyes to my face. Job 16:9 He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes. Job 16:10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smytten me vpon the cheke despitefully, they haue eased the selues thorow myne aduersite. Job 16:11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, and delyuered me in to the hondes of ye wicked. Job 16:12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenly hath he brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for him to shute at. Job 16:13 He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde. Job 16:14 He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte. Job 16:15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust. Job 16:16 My face is swolle with wepinge, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
He maintaineth his innocency.
Job 16:17 Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my hondes, and my prayer is clene. Job 16:18 O earth, couer not my bloude, and let my crienge fynde no rowme. Job 16:19 For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heyth. Job 16:20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God. Job 16:21 Though a body might pleate wt God, as one man doth with another, Job 16:22 yet the nombre of my yeares are come, & I must go the waye, from whence I shal not turne agayne.