Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness.
Job 16:1 Iob answered, and sayde: Job 16:2 I haue oft tymes hearde soch thynges. Myserable geuers of conforte are ye, all the sorte of you. Job 16:3 Shall not vayne wordes come yet to an ende? Or, hast thou yet eny more to saye? Job 16:4 I coulde speake, as ye do also. But wold God, that youre soule were in my soules steade: then shuld I heape vp wordes agaynst you, and shake my heade at you. Job 16:5 I shuld comforte you with my mouthe, and release youre payne with the talkyng of my lippes. Job 16:6 For all my wordes, my sorow wyll ceasse: and though I holde my tonge, yet wyll it not departe from me.
He sheweth the pitifulness of his case.
Job 16:7 But now that God hath sente me aduersytie, thou hast troubled all my congregacyon. Job 16:8 And that thou hast fylled me wyth wrynckles, my fleshe is recorde, and my leanesse ryseth vp agaynst me, and beareth wytnesse agaynst me. Job 16:9 He is angrye at me, he hateth me and gnassheth vpon me wyth hys teth. Myne enemye skouleth vpon me wyth hys eyes. Job 16:10 They haue opened their mouthes wyde vpon me & smytten me vpon þe cheke despitefully, they gather them selues together agaynst me. Job 16:11 God hath put me in prease with the vngodly, & delyuered me into the handes of the wycked. Job 16:12 I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to naught. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rent me, and sett me as a marck for him selfe. Job 16:13 His archers compasse me rounde aboute: he wounded my loynes, and doth not spare. My bowels hath he poured vpon the ground. Job 16:14 He hath geuen me one wound vpon another, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunte. Job 16:15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, & lye with my heare in the dust. Job 16:16 My face is swollen with wepynge, and in myne eyes is the shadow of death.
He maintaineth his innocency.
Job 16:17 Howbeit, there is no wyckednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane. Job 16:18 O earth couer not thou my bloude, and let my cryenge fynde no rowme. Job 16:19 For lo, my witnesse is in heauen: & he that knoweth me, is aboue in the heygth: Job 16:20 My frendes geue me many wordes, to scorne, and myne eye poureth out teares vnto God. Job 16:21 O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with another, Job 16:22 yet the nombre of my yeares is come, and the waye that I must go is at hande, from whence I shall not turne agayne.