Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, sheweth there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty.
Job 19:1 And Job answered and said, Job 19:2 How long will ye vex my soul, and crush me with words? Job 19:3 These ten times have ye reproached me; ye are not ashamed to stupefy me. Job 19:4 And be it [that] I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself. Job 19:5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and prove against me my reproach, Job 19:6 Know now that +God hath overthrown me, and hath surrounded me with his net. Job 19:7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, and I am not heard; I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. Job 19:8 He hath hedged up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths. Job 19:9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head. Job 19:10 He breaketh me down on every side, and I am gone; and my hope hath he torn up as a tree. Job 19:11 And he hath kindled his anger against me, and hath counted me unto him as one of his enemies. Job 19:12 His troops have come together and cast up their way against me, and have encamped round about my tent. Job 19:13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are quite estranged from me. Job 19:14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my known friends have forgotten me. Job 19:15 The sojourners in my house and my maids count me as a stranger; I am an alien in their sight. Job 19:16 I called my servant, and he answered not; I entreated him with my mouth. Job 19:17 My breath is strange to my wife, and my entreaties to the children of my [mother's] womb. Job 19:18 Even young children despise me; I rise up, and they speak against me. Job 19:19 All my intimate friends abhor me, and they whom I loved are turned against me. Job 19:20 My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
He craveth pity.
Job 19:21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, ye my friends; for the hand of +God hath touched me. Job 19:22 Why do ye persecute me as *God, and are not satisfied with my flesh? Job 19:23 Oh would that my words were written! oh that they were inscribed in a book! Job 19:24 That with an iron style and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
He believeth the resurrection.
Job 19:25 And [as for] me, I know that my Redeemer liveth, and the Last, he shall stand upon the earth; Job 19:26 And [if] after my skin this shall be destroyed, yet from out of my flesh shall I see +God; Job 19:27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another:my reins are consumed within me.
He craveth pity.
Job 19:28 If ye say, How shall we persecute him? when the root of the matter is found in me, Job 19:29 Be ye yourselves afraid of the sword! for the sword is fury against misdeeds, that ye may know there is a judgment.