Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness.
Job 16:1 Iob answered, and sayde: Job 16:2 I haue oft times heard such thinges. Miserable geuers of comforte are ye, al the sorte of you. Job 16:3 Shall not thy 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 woulde God, that youre soule were in my soules steade: then shoulde I heape vp wordes agaynst you, and shake my heade at you. Job 16:5 I shoulde comforte you wyth my mouth, and release youre payne wyth the talkyng of my lyppes. Job 16:6 But what shal I do? For all my wordes, my sorow wyl not cease: and though I holde my tonge, yet wyll it not departe from me,
He sheweth the pitifulness of his case.
Job 16:7 And now that I am full of paine, and al that I haue destroyed Job 16:8 (wherof my wryncles beare wytnesse) there standeth vp a dyssembler to make me aunswere wyth lyes to my face. Job 16:9 He is angrye at me, he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with hys teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes. Job 16:10 They haue, opened their mouthes wyde vpon me, and smitten me vpon þe cheke despytefully, they haue eased themselues thorow mine aduersite. Job 16:11 God hath geuen me ouer to the vngodly, & deliuered me into the handes of the wycked. Job 16:12 I was somtyme in wealth, but sodenlye hath broughte me to noughte. He hath taken me by the neck, he hath rente me, and set me, as it were a marck for hym to shute at. Job 16:13 He hath compased me roundeaboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, and not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde. Job 16:14 Ye hath geuen the one wounde vpon another, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunte. Job 16:15 I haue sowed a sack cloth vpon my skynne, and lye with my strength in the dust. Job 16:16 My face is swollen with wepyng, & myne eyes are waxen dymne.
He maintaineth his innocency.
Job 16:17 Howbeit there is no wyckednesse in my handes, and my prayer is cleane. Job 16:18 O earth, couer not my bloud, 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 heyght. Job 16:20 My frendes laugh me to scorne, but myne eye poureth out teares vnto God. Job 16:21 Though a body myght pleate with God, as one man doth with another, Job 16:22 yeth the nombre of my yeares are come, and I must go the waye, from whence I shall not turne agayne.