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Job 16:2-16
New American Standard Bible

Chapter 16

2'I have heard many things like these; Miserable comforters are you all! 3Is there no end to windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer? 4I too could speak like you, If only I were in your place. I could compose words against you And shake my head at you. 5 Or I could strengthen you with my mouth, And the condolence of my lips could lessen your pain. 6'If I speak, my pain is not lessened, And if I refrain, what pain leaves me? 7But now He has exhausted me; You have laid waste all my group of loved ones. 8And you have shriveled me up, It has become a witness; And my infirmity rises up against me, It testifies to my face. 9His anger has torn me and hunted me down, He has gnashed at me with His teeth; My enemy glares at me. 10They have gaped at me with their mouths, They have slapped me on the cheek with contempt; They have massed themselves against me. 11God hands me over to criminals, And tosses me into the hands of the wicked. 12I was at ease, but He shattered me, And He has grasped me by my neck and shaken me to pieces; He has also set me up as His target. 13His arrows surround me. He splits my kidneys open without mercy; He pours out my bile on the ground. 14He breaks through me with breach after breach; He runs at me like a warrior. 15I have sewed sackcloth over my skin, And thrust my horn in the dust. 16My face is flushed from weeping, And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
King James Version

Chapter 16

2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
3Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
4I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
5But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief. 6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
9He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
11God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Christian Standard Bible

Chapter 16

2I have heard many things like these. You are all miserable comforters. 3Is there no end to your empty words? What provokes you that you continue testifying? 4If you were in my place I could also talk like you. I could string words together against you and shake my head at you.
5Instead, I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation from my lips would bring relief. 6If I speak, my suffering is not relieved, and if I hold back, does any of it leave me? 7Surely he has now exhausted me. You have devastated my entire family. 8You have shriveled me up —it has become a witness; my frailty rises up against me and testifies to my face. 9His anger tears at me, and he harasses me. He gnashes his teeth at me. My enemy pierces me with his eyes. 10They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join themselves together against me. 11God hands me over to the unjust; he throws me to the wicked. 12I was at ease, but he shattered me; he seized me by the scruff of the neck and smashed me to pieces. He set me up as his target; 13his archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and pours my bile on the ground.
14He breaks through my defenses again and again; he charges at me like a warrior. 15I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my strength in the dust. 16My face has grown red with weeping, and darkness covers my eyes,
New Living Translation

Chapter 16

2'I have heard all this before. What miserable comforters you are! 3Won’t you ever stop blowing hot air? What makes you keep on talking? 4I could say the same things if you were in my place. I could spout off criticism and shake my head at you. 5But if it were me, I would encourage you. I would try to take away your grief. 6Instead, I suffer if I defend myself, and I suffer no less if I refuse to speak.
7'O God, you have ground me down and devastated my family. 8As if to prove I have sinned, you’ve reduced me to skin and bones. My gaunt flesh testifies against me. 9God hates me and angrily tears me apart. He snaps his teeth at me and pierces me with his eyes. 10People jeer and laugh at me. They slap my cheek in contempt. A mob gathers against me. 11God has handed me over to sinners. He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.
12'I was living quietly until he shattered me. He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces. Then he set me up as his target, 13and now his archers surround me. His arrows pierce me without mercy. The ground is wet with my blood. 14Again and again he smashes against me, charging at me like a warrior. 15I wear burlap to show my grief. My pride lies in the dust. 16My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes.
English Standard Version

Chapter 16

2"I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all. 3Shall windy words have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer? 4I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you and shake my head at you. 5I could strengthen you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain. 6"If I speak, my pain is not assuaged, and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me? 7Surely now God has worn me out; he has made desolate all my company. 8And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me, and my leanness has risen up against me; it testifies to my face. 9He has torn me in his wrath and hated me; he has gnashed his teeth at me; my adversary sharpens his eyes against me. 10Men have gaped at me with their mouth; they have struck me insolently on the cheek; they mass themselves together against me. 11God gives me up to the ungodly and casts me into the hands of the wicked. 12I was at ease, and he broke me apart; he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces; he set me up as his target; 13his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground. 14He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a warrior. 15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin and have laid my strength in the dust. 16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is deep darkness,
New International Version

Chapter 16

2"I have heard many things like these; you are miserable comforters, all of you! 3Will your long-winded speeches never end? What ails you that you keep on arguing? 4I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head at you.
5But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief. 6"Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away. 7Surely, God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household. 8You have shriveled me up—and it has become a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me. 9God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes. 10People open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me. 11God has turned me over to the ungodly and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked. 12All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target; 13his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
14Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior. 15"I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust. 16My face is red with weeping, dark shadows ring my eyes;
New King James Version

Chapter 16

2“I have heard many such things; Miserable comforters are you all! 3Shall words of wind have an end? Or what provokes you that you answer? 4I also could speak as you do, If your soul were in my soul’s place. I could heap up words against you, And shake my head at you; 5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the comfort of my lips would relieve your grief. 6“Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; And if I remain silent, how am I eased? 7But now He has worn me out; You have made desolate all my company. 8You have shriveled me up, And it is a witness against me; My leanness rises up against me And bears witness to my face. 9 He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens His gaze on me. 10They gape at me with their mouth, They strike me reproachfully on the cheek, They gather together against me. 11God has delivered me to the ungodly, And turned me over to the hands of the wicked. 12I was at ease, but He has shattered me; He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces; He has set me up for His target, 13His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground. 14He breaks me with wound upon wound; He runs at me like a warrior. 15“I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, And laid my head in the dust. 16My face is flushed from weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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