Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness.
Job 16:1 Then Job answered, and said: Job 16:2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters. Job 16:3 Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak? Job 16:4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul. I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you. Job 16:5 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you. Job 16:6 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.
He sheweth the pitifulness of his case.
Job 16:7 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing. Job 16:8 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me. Job 16:9 He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes. Job 16:10 They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains. Job 16:11 God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked. Job 16:12 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark. Job 16:13 He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth, Job 16:14 He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant. Job 16:15 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes. Job 16:16 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
He maintaineth his innocency.
Job 16:17 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God. Job 16:18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee. Job 16:19 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high. Job 16:20 My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God. Job 16:21 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion! Job 16:22 For behold short years pass away, and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.