Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, sheweth there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty.
Job 19:1 Then Job answered, and said: Job 19:2 How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words? Job 19:3 Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me. Job 19:4 For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me. Job 19:5 But you set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches. Job 19:6 At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges. Job 19:7 Behold I shall cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge. Job 19:8 He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness. Job 19:9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head. Job 19:10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up. Job 19:11 His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy. Job 19:12 His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about. Job 19:13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me. Job 19:14 My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me. Job 19:15 They that dwell in my house, and my maidservants have counted me as a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes. Job 19:16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth. Job 19:17 My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb. Job 19:18 Even fools despised me, and when I was gone from them, they spoke against me. Job 19:19 They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I loved most is turned against me. Job 19:20 The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
He craveth pity.
Job 19:21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me. Job 19:22 Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh? Job 19:23 Who will grant me that my words may be written? who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book? Job 19:24 With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone?
He believeth the resurrection.
Job 19:25 For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth. Job 19:26 And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God. Job 19:27 Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.
He craveth pity.
Job 19:28 Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him? Job 19:29 Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is a judgment.