Job 19

1Then Job answered, and said:

2How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

3Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me.

4For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me.

5But you have set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches.

6At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.

7Behold I cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.

8He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.

9He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head.

10He 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.

11His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.

12His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.

13He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me.

14My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me.

15They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes.

16I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth.

17My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.

18Even fools despise me; and when I gone from them, they spoke against me.

19They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I love most is turned against me.

20The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.

21Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.

22Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?

23Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?

24With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone.

25For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.

26And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.

27Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.

28Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him?

29Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is judgment.

1Respondens autem Job, dixit:

2[Usquequo affligitis animam meam, et atteritis me sermonibus?

3En decies confunditis me, et non erubescitis opprimentes me.

4Nempe etsi ignoravi, mecum erit ignorantia mea.

5At vos contra me erigimini, et arguitis me opprobriis meis.

6Saltem nunc intelligite quia Deus non æquo judicio afflixerit me, et flagellis suis me cinxerit.

7Ecce clamabo, vim patiens, et nemo audiet; vociferabor, et non est qui judicet.

8Semitam meam circumsepsit, et transire non possum: et in calle meo tenebras posuit.

9Spoliavit me gloria mea, et abstulit coronam de capite meo.

10Destruxit me undique, et pereo: et quasi evulsæ arbori abstulit spem meam.

11Iratus est contra me furor ejus, et sic me habuit quasi hostem suum.

12Simul venerunt latrones ejus, et fecerunt sibi viam per me, et obsederunt in gyro tabernaculum meum.

13Fratres meos longe fecit a me, et noti mei quasi alieni recesserunt a me.

14Dereliquerunt me propinqui mei, et qui me noverant obliti sunt mei.

15Inquilini domus meæ et ancillæ meæ sicut alienum habuerunt me, et quasi peregrinus fui in oculis eorum.

16Servum meum vocavi, et non respondit: ore proprio deprecabar illum.

17Halitum meum exhorruit uxor mea, et orabam filios uteri mei.

18Stulti quoque despiciebant me: et cum ab eis recessissem, detrahebant mihi.

19Abominati sunt me quondam consiliarii mei, et quem maxime diligebam, aversatus est me.

20Pelli meæ, consumptis carnibus, adhæsit os meum, et derelicta sunt tantummodo labia circa dentes meos.

21Miseremini mei, miseremini mei saltem vos, amici mei, quia manus Domini tetigit me.

22Quare persequimini me sicut Deus, et carnibus meis saturamini?

23Quis mihi tribuat ut scribantur sermones mei? quis mihi det ut exarentur in libro

24stylo ferreo et plumbi lamina, vel celte sculpantur in silice?

25Scio enim quod redemptor meus vivit, et in novissimo die de terra surrecturus sum:

26et rursum circumdabor pelle mea, et in carne mea videbo Deum meum:

27quem visurus sum ego ipse, et oculi mei conspecturi sunt, et non alius: reposita est hæc spes mea in sinu meo.

28Quare ergo nunc dicitis: Persequamur eum, et radicem verbi inveniamus contra eum?

29Fugite ergo a facie gladii, quoniam ultor iniquitatum gladius est: et scitote esse judicium.]

1But Job answered by saying:

2How long will you afflict my soul and wear me down with words?

3So, ten times you confound me and are not ashamed to oppress me.

4Now, of course, if I have been ignorant, my ignorance will be with me.

5But you have risen up against me, and you accuse me to my disgrace.

6At least now you should understand that God has not afflicted me with a balanced judgment, though he has encompassed me with his scourges.

7Behold, I will cry out, enduring violence, and no one will hear. I will announce loudly, but there is no one who may judge.

8He has hemmed in my path, and I cannot pass; he has added darkness to my difficult path.

9He has plundered me of my glory, and he has stolen the crown from my head.

10He has destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and, like an uprooted tree, he has taken away my hope.

11His fury has raged against me, and in this way he has treated me like his enemy.

12His troops have gathered together, and they have made their way to me, and they have besieged my tabernacle all around.

13He has put my brothers far from me, and my friends have withdrawn from me like strangers.

14My kinsmen have forsaken me, and those who knew me, have forgotten me.

15The inhabitants of my house and my maidservants treat me just as if I were a stranger, and I have been like a sojourner in their eyes.

16I called my servant, and he did not respond; I pleaded with him with my own mouth.

17My wife has shuddered at my breath, and I have begged the sons of my loins.

18Even the foolish have looked down on me, and, when I withdrew from them, they spoke ill of me.

19Those who were sometimes my counselors, treat me like an abomination; and he whom I valued the most has turned against me.

20Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.

21Have mercy on me, have compassion on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord has touched me.

22Why do you pursue me just as God does, and satiate yourselves with my flesh?

23Who will grant to me that my words may be written down? Who will grant to me that they may be inscribed in a book,

24with an iron pen and a plate of lead, or else be carved in stone?

25For I know that my Redeemer lives, and on the last day I will rise out of the earth.

26And I will be enveloped again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.

27It is he whom I myself will see, and he whom my eyes will behold, and no other. This, my hope, has taken rest in my bosom.

28Why then do you now say: “Let us pursue him, and let us find a basis to speak against him?”

29So then, flee from the face of the sword, for the sword is the avenger of iniquities; but know this: there is to be a judgment.