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16:1Then Job answered and said,
16:2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.
16:3Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
16:4I 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.
16:5But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
16:6Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?
16:7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
16:8And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
16:9He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
16:10They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
16:11God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
16:12I 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.
16:13His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
16:14He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
16:15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16:16My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
16:17Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
16:18O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
16:19Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
16:20My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
16:21O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
16:22When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.