Job reproveth his friends of unmercifulness.
Job 16:1 Then responded Job, and said: Job 16:2 I have heard many such things, Wearisome comforters, are ye all! Job 16:3 Is there to be an end to windy words? Or what so strongly exciteth thee, that thou must respond? Job 16:4 I also, like you, could speak,If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could string together words against you, and could therewith shake over you my head. Job 16:5 I could make you determined, by my mouth, and then my lip-solace should restrain you. Job 16:6 Though I do speak, unassuaged is my stinging pain,And, if I forbear, of what am I relieved?
He sheweth the pitifulness of his case.
Job 16:7 But, now, hath he wearied me, thou hast destroyed all my family; Job 16:8 And, having captured me, it hath served, as a witness; and so my wasting away hath risen up against me, in my face, it answereth. Job 16:9 His anger, hath torn and persecuted me, He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth, Mine adversary, hath sharpened his eyes for me. Job 16:10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth, With reproach, have they smitten my cheek, Together, against me, have they closed their ranks. Job 16:11 GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong. Job 16:12 At ease, was I when he shattered me, Yea he seized me by my neck, and dashed me in pieces, then set me up for himself as a mark: Job 16:13 His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall: Job 16:14 He made a breach in me, breach upon breach, He ran upon me, like a mighty man. Job 16:15 Sackcloth, sewed I on my skin, and rolledin the dustmy horn: Job 16:16 My face, is reddened from weeping, and, upon mine eyelashes, is the death-shade:
He maintaineth his innocency.
Job 16:17 Though no violence was in my hands, and, my prayer, was pure. Job 16:18 O earth! do not cover my blood, and let there be no place for mine outcry. Job 16:19 Even now, lo! in the heavens, is my witness, Job 16:20 And, he that voucheth for me is on high. My friends are, they who scorn me, Unto GOD, hath mine eye shed tears: Job 16:21 That one might plead, for a man, with GOD,Even a son of man, for his friend! Job 16:22 When, a few years, come, then, by a path by which I shall not return, shall I depart.