Job 19
1Then Job answered and said,
And break me in pieces with words?
Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.
Mine error remaineth with myself.
And plead against me my reproach;
And hath compassed me with his net.
I cry for help, but there is no justice.
And hath set darkness in my paths.
And taken the crown from my head.
And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.
And cast up their way against me,
And encamp round about my tent.
And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
And my familiar friends have forgotten me.
I am an alien in their sight.
Though I entreat him with my mouth.
And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.
If I arise, they speak against me.
And they whom I loved are turned against me.
And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
For the hand of God hath touched me.
And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
They were graven in the rock for ever!
And at last he will stand up upon the earth:
Then without my flesh shall I see God;
And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger.
My heart is consumed within me.
And that the root of the matter is found in me;
For wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword,
That ye may know there is a judgment.