Job 16

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