1 Then Job replied:
you are miserable comforters, all of you!
What ails you that you keep on arguing?
if you were in my place;
I could make fine speeches against you
and shake my head at you.
comfort from my lips would bring you relief.
and if I refrain, it does not go away.
you have devastated my entire household.
my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
and gnashes his teeth at me;
my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.
they strike my cheek in scorn
and unite together against me.
and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
he seized me by the neck and crushed me.
He has made me his target;
Without pity, he pierces my kidneys
and spills my gall on the ground.
he rushes at me like a warrior.
and buried my brow in the dust.
dark shadows ring my eyes;
and my prayer is pure.
may my cry never be laid to rest!
my advocate is on high.
as my eyes pour out tears to God;
as one pleads for a friend.
before I take the path of no return.