JobKapitel 16

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Then Job answered:
I have heard many things like these. Miserable comforters are you all!
Is there no end to your windy words? What provokes you to keep answering?
I too could speak as you do, if you were in my place. I could string together fine words against you and shake my head at you.
But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips would ease your pain.
If I speak, my pain is not eased; and if I hold back, what relief goes from me?
Surely now he has worn me out. You have laid waste all my company.
You have shriveled me up, and it stands as a witness; my gauntness rises against me and testifies to my face.
His anger has torn me and hunted me down; he has gnashed his teeth at me. My adversary fixes his glaring eyes on me.
Men gape at me with open mouths; they strike my cheeks in scorn; they mass themselves together against me.
God hands me over to the ungodly and flings me into the grip of the wicked.
I was at ease, and he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. He has set me up as his target;
his archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without pity and pours my gall on the ground.
He breaks through me, breach upon breach; he rushes at me like a warrior.
I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and thrust my horn into the dust.
My face is flushed with weeping, and deep shadow lies on my eyelids,
though there is no violence in my hands and my prayer is pure.
O earth, do not cover my blood; let my cry find no resting place.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven; the one who vouches for me is on high.
My friends are my mockers; to God my eye pours out its tears,
that he might plead a man's case with God, as one pleads for a friend.
For only a few years will pass, and then I will walk the road from which I shall not return.