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 will ye vex my soul and break me in pieces with words? Job 19:3 These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me. Job 19:4 And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself. Job 19:5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach: Job 19:6 Know now that God hath subverted me [in my cause], and hath compassed me with his net. Job 19:7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no judgment. Job 19:8 He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and 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 hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he plucked up like a tree. Job 19:11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as [one of] his adversaries. Job 19:12 His troops come on together, and cast up their way against me, and encamp round about my tent. Job 19:13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me. Job 19:14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me. Job 19:15 They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight. Job 19:16 I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, [though] I entreat him with my mouth. Job 19:17 My breath is strange to my wife, and my supplication to the children of my [mother's] womb. Job 19:18 Even young children despise me; if I arise, they speak against me. Job 19:19 All my inward friends abhor me: and they whom I loved are turned against me. Job 19:20 My bone cleaveth 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, O 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 that my words were now written! oh that they were inscribed in a book! Job 19:24 That with an iron pen and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
He believeth the resurrection.
Job 19:25 But I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand up at the last upon the earth: Job 19:26 And after my skin hath been thus destroyed, yet from 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 we will persecute him! seeing that the root of the matter is found in me; Job 19:29 Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath [bringeth] the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.