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DARBY'S TRANSLATION
Job
Chapter 16
16:1 And Job answered and said,
16:2 I have heard many such things: grievous comforters are ye all.
16:3 Shall words of wind have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
16:4 I also could speak as ye: if your soul were in my soul`s stead, I could join together words against you, and shake my head at you;
16:5 [But] I would encourage you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips should assuage [your pain].
16:6 If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased?
16:7 But now he hath made me weary; ... thou hast made desolate all my family;
16:8 Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face.
16:9 His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; [as] mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me.
16:10 They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me.
16:11 łGod hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked.
16:12 I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
16:13 His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
16:14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man.
16:15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.
16:16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
16:17 Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
16:18 O earth, cover not my blood, and let there be no place for my cry!
16:19 Even now, behold, my Witness is in the heavens, and he that voucheth for me is in the heights.
16:20 My friends are my mockers; mine eye poureth out tears unto +God.
16:21 Oh that there were arbitration for a man with +God, as a son of man for his friend!
16:22 For years [few] in number shall pass, -- and I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return.
