JobChapitre 19

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Then Job answered:
How long will you torment me and crush me with words?
Ten times now you have insulted me; you are not ashamed to abuse me.
And even if I have gone astray, my error is my own concern.
If indeed you would exalt yourselves over me and use my disgrace against me,
then know this: it is God who has wronged me and closed his net around me.
I cry out, "Violence!" but there is no answer; I call for help, but there is no justice.
He has walled up my way so I cannot pass, and he has draped my paths in darkness.
He has stripped me of my honor and taken the crown from my head.
He tears me down on every side until I am gone; he uproots my hope like a tree.
His anger burns against me; he counts me among his enemies.
His troops advance together; they build a siege ramp against me and camp around my tent.
He has driven my brothers far from me; my acquaintances have become total strangers.
My relatives have failed me; my close friends have forgotten me.
Those who live in my house and my serving women count me a stranger; I have become a foreigner in their eyes.
I call my servant, and he does not answer; I have to plead with him myself.
My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own children.
Even young boys despise me; when I stand up, they speak against me.
All my closest friends detest me; those I loved have turned against me.
My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped with nothing but the skin of my teeth.
Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.
Why do you hound me as God does? Will you never have your fill of my flesh?
Oh, that my words were written down! Oh, that they were inscribed in a scroll,
cut with an iron stylus and filled with lead, carved in rock forever!
But I know that my Redeemer lives, and in the end he will stand upon the dust.
And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.
I myself will see him; my own eyes will behold him, and not another. My heart faints with longing within me.
If you say, "How we will hound him!" and, "The root of the trouble lies in him,"
then fear the sword yourselves, for wrath brings the punishment of the sword; then you will know that there is judgment.