Job 16

1Respondió Job y dijo:

2“Muchas cosas como estas he oído ya. Consoladores molestos sois todos.

3¿Cuándo tendrán fin estas palabras de viento? ¿O qué te incita a responder así?

4Yo podría hablar como vosotros, si estuvierais en mi lugar.

5Os dirigiría un montón de palabras, y menearía contra vosotros mi cabeza.

6Os alentaría con mi boca, y os consolaría con el movimiento de mis labios.

7Mas ahora, aunque hablo, no se mitiga mi dolor, y si callo, ¿acaso por eso se aleja de mí?

8Ahora se han agotado mis fuerzas; Tú has destruido toda mi familia.

9Me has asido y esto es un testimonio (contra mí); se levanta contra mí mi flacura, acusándome cara a cara.

10Su ira me despedaza y me persigue; rechina contra mí sus dientes; enemigo mío, aguza sus ojos contra mí.

11Han abierto contra mí su boca; me insultan, me hieren en las mejillas; a una se han coaligado contra mí.

12Dios me ha entregado al perverso, me ha arrojado en manos de malvados.

13Vivía yo en paz, pero Él me sacudió; me asió por la cerviz, me hizo trizas, y me eligió por blanco suyo.

14Me rodean arqueros, traspasa mis riñones sin piedad y derrama por tierra mi hiel.

15Me inflige herida sobre herida, corre contra mí cual gigante.

16He cosido un saco sobre mi piel, he revuelto en el polvo mi rostro.

17Mi cara está hinchada de tanto llorar, y la sombra de la muerte cubre mis párpados,

18aunque no hay injusticia en mí y mi oración es pura.

19¡Tierra, no cubras mi sangre, y no sofoques en tu seno mi clamor!

20Aún hay un testigo mío en el cielo, en lo alto reside el que da testimonio en mi favor.

21Mis amigos me escarnecen, mas mis ojos buscan llorando a Dios.

22¡Ojalá que hubiera juez entre el hombre y Dios, así como lo hay entre el hijo del hombre y su prójimo.

23El número de mis años se va pasando, y el camino que sigo no tiene vuelta.”

1Respondens autem Job, dixit:

2[Audivi frequenter talia: consolatores onerosi omnes vos estis.

3Numquid habebunt finem verba ventosa? aut aliquid tibi molestum est, si loquaris?

4Poteram et ego similia vestri loqui, atque utinam esset anima vestra pro anima mea:

5consolarer et ego vos sermonibus, et moverem caput meum super vos;

6roborarem vos ore meo, et moverem labia mea, quasi parcens vobis.

7Sed quid agam? Si locutus fuero, non quiescet dolor meus, et si tacuero, non recedet a me.

8Nunc autem oppressit me dolor meus, et in nihilum redacti sunt omnes artus mei.

9Rugæ meæ testimonium dicunt contra me, et suscitatur falsiloquus adversus faciem meam, contradicens mihi.

10Collegit furorem suum in me, et comminans mihi, infremuit contra me dentibus suis: hostis meus terribilibus oculis me intuitus est.

11Aperuerunt super me ora sua, et exprobrantes percusserunt maxillam meam: satiati sunt pœnis meis.

12Conclusit me Deus apud iniquum, et manibus impiorum me tradidit.

13Ego ille quondam opulentus, repente contritus sum: tenuit cervicem meam, confregit me, et posuit me sibi quasi in signum.

14Circumdedit me lanceis suis; convulneravit lumbos meos: non pepercit, et effudit in terra viscera mea.

15Concidit me vulnere super vulnus: irruit in me quasi gigas.

16Saccum consui super cutem meam, et operui cinere carnem meam.

17Facies mea intumuit a fletu, et palpebræ meæ caligaverunt.

18Hæc passus sum absque iniquitate manus meæ, cum haberem mundas ad Deum preces.

19Terra, ne operias sanguinem meum, neque inveniat in te locum latendi clamor meus:

20ecce enim in cælo testis meus, et conscius meus in excelsis.

21Verbosi amici mei: ad Deum stillat oculus meus:

22atque utinam sic judicaretur vir cum Deo, quomodo judicatur filius hominis cum collega suo.

23Ecce enim breves anni transeunt, et semitam per quam non revertar ambulo.]

1Then Job answered, and said:

2I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.

3Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?

4I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul.

5I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.

6I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.

7But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.

8But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.

9My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.

10He 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.

11They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.

12God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.

13I 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.

14He 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.

15He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.

16I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.

17My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.

18These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.

19O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.

20For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.

21My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.

22And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!

23For behold short years pass away and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.