Job 19

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Then Job answered , and said:	1 Then Job answered and said:
2 How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?	2 How long will you vex my soul, grind me down with words?
3 Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me.	3 These ten times you have reviled me, have assailed me without shame!
4 For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me.	4 Be it indeed that I am at fault and that my fault remains with me,
5 But you have set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches.	5 Even so, if you would vaunt yourselves against me and cast up to me any reproach,
6 At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.	6 Know then that God has dealt unfairly with me, and compassed me round with his net.
7 Behold I cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.	7 If I cry out "Injustice!" I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no redress.
8 He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.	8 He has barred my way and I cannot pass; he has veiled my path in darkness;
9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head.	9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the diadem from my brow.
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.	10 He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; my hope he has uprooted like a tree.
11 His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.	11 His wrath he has kindled against me; he counts me among his enemies.
12 His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.	12 His troops advance as one man; they build up their road to attack me, and they encamp around my tent.
13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me.	13 My brethren have withdrawn from me, and my friends are wholly estranged.
14 My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me.	14 My kinsfolk and companions neglect me, and my guests have forgotten me.
15 They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes.	15 Even my handmaids treat me as a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.
16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth.	16 I call my servant, but he gives no answer, though in my speech I plead with him.
17 My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.	17 My breath is abhorred by my wife; I am loathsome to the men of my family.
18 Even fools despise me; and when I gone from them, they spoke against me.	18 The young children, too, despise me; when I appear, they speak against me.
19 They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I love most is turned against me.	19 All my intimate friends hold me in horror; those whom I loved have turned against me!
20 The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.	20 My bones cleave to my skin, and I have escaped with my flesh between my teeth.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.	21 Pity me, pity me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has struck me!
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?	22 Why do you hound me as though you were divine, and insatiably prey upon me?
23 Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?	23 Oh, would that my words were written down! Would that they were inscribed in a record:
24 With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone.	24 That with an iron chisel and with lead they were cut in the rock forever!
25 For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.	25 But as for me, I know that my Vindicator lives, and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust;
26 And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.	26 And from my flesh I shall see God; my inmost being is consumed with longing.
27 Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.	27 Whom I myself shall see: my own eyes, not another's, shall behold him,
28 Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him?	28 But you who say, "How shall we persecute him, seeing that the root of the matter is found in him?"
29 Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is judgment.	29 Be afraid of the sword for yourselves, for these crimes deserve the sword; that you may know that there is a judgment.