Job 16

DOUAI-RHEIMS	CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAIN
1 Then Job answered, and said:	1 Then Job, answering, said:
2 I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.	2 I have often heard such things; you are all aggravating comforters.
3 Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?	3 Will there be no end to windy words? Or is it at all a burden to you, if you speak?
4 I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul.	4 I, too, can speak like you; and I also wish that your soul favored my soul.
5 I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.	5 I would also comfort you with speeches and would wag my head over you.
6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.	6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.
7 But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.	7 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.
8 But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.	8 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
9 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.	9 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.
10 He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.	10 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.
11 They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.	11 They have opened their mouths against me, and, reproaching me, they have struck me on the cheek; they are nourished by my sufferings.
12 God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.	12 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.
13 I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.	13 I, who once was wealthy, am now crushed. He has grabbed me by my neck; he has broken me and has place me before him as a sign.
14 He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth.	14 He has surrounded me with his lances. He has severely wounded my lower back, he has not been lenient, and he has poured out my organs upon the earth.
15 He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.	15 He has cut me with wound after wound. He has rushed upon me like a giant.
16 I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.	16 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, and I have covered my body with ashes.
17 My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.	17 My face is swollen from weeping, and my eyelids have dimmed my vision.
18 These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.	18 These things I have endured without iniquity in my hand, while I held pure prayers before God.
19 O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.	19 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.
20 For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.	20 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
21 My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.	21 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.
22 And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!	22 And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!
23 For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which l shall not return.	23 For behold, a few years pass by, and I am walking a path by which I will not return.