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==Job 16:1-22 (OT p. 465) (Neal's Translation)== | ==Job 16:1-22 (OT p. 465) (Neal's Translation)== | ||
| − | 1 Job | + | 1 Job replied, and righteously said: |
| + | 2 Often have I heard you, and all your hype; horrible comforters are you all. | ||
| + | 3 Will these windy words wind to an end? And what spurs you so, that you speak on and on? | ||
| + | 4 I could preach like you, were you in my place; string syllables together, shaking my head. | ||
| + | 5 Or I could strengthen you with the words of my mouth, assuage your sorrow with movement of lips. | ||
| + | 6 But if I speak, my suffering is not relieved; If I remain silent, how much runs away? | ||
| − | 7 Surely now he has | + | 7 Surely now he has left me depleted; all my people, God, you have destroyed. |
| + | 8 As a witness against me, you have withered my face--a witness confirmed in leanness and waste. | ||
| + | 9 In his righteous wrath, he rips and tears me; with grimacing teeth he grinds me up; | ||
| + | the gaze of my enemy sharpens against me. 10 Gaping, they mock me, open-mouthed; | ||
| + | shamefully, they strike me upon the cheek; together, my challengers gather and wait. | ||
| + | 11 To fools, my God has turned me over, and tossed me into the hands of the wicked. | ||
| − | 12 I was at peace, but he broke me; he seized | + | 12 I was at peace, but he broke me to pieces; he seized my neck and shook me to bits; |
| + | he made me his bullseye, 13 surrounded by archers; pierced my heart with no pity, spilled my blood on the earth. | ||
| + | 14 Wound upon wound, he rains down upon me; like a mighty warrior, he runs me aground. | ||
| + | 15 I have donned the sackcloth to hide my skin; I have lowered my horns down to the dust. | ||
| + | 16 My face is flushed with desperate weeping; my eyes are filled with the shadow of death. | ||
| + | 17 All this, although my hands have not sinned; all this, although my prayer remains pure. | ||
| − | 18 Do not conceal my blood, O Earth; don't let my cries fall to the ground. 19 Even now--For God's sake!--my witness is in heaven, | + | 18 Do not conceal my blood, O Earth; don't let my cries fall to the ground. |
| + | 19 Even now--For God's sake!--my witness is in heaven, Even now--for God's sake!--my record is on high. | ||
| + | 20 Lying words, my friends levy against me, while tears leave my eyes in search of God. | ||
| + | 21 If only some savior, appealing to God's mercy, could intercede on behalf of a man, | ||
| + | as a man intercedes on behalf of his neighbor, as a man intercedes on behalf of a friend. | ||
| + | 22 For when a few more years have passed, so too, my own path must come to its end. | ||
==The Book of Job: Innocent, Part I== | ==The Book of Job: Innocent, Part I== | ||
Revision as of 21:31, 8 March 2025
Job 16:1-22 (OT p. 465) (Neal's Translation)
1 Job replied, and righteously said: 2 Often have I heard you, and all your hype; horrible comforters are you all. 3 Will these windy words wind to an end? And what spurs you so, that you speak on and on? 4 I could preach like you, were you in my place; string syllables together, shaking my head. 5 Or I could strengthen you with the words of my mouth, assuage your sorrow with movement of lips. 6 But if I speak, my suffering is not relieved; If I remain silent, how much runs away?
7 Surely now he has left me depleted; all my people, God, you have destroyed. 8 As a witness against me, you have withered my face--a witness confirmed in leanness and waste. 9 In his righteous wrath, he rips and tears me; with grimacing teeth he grinds me up; the gaze of my enemy sharpens against me. 10 Gaping, they mock me, open-mouthed; shamefully, they strike me upon the cheek; together, my challengers gather and wait. 11 To fools, my God has turned me over, and tossed me into the hands of the wicked.
12 I was at peace, but he broke me to pieces; he seized my neck and shook me to bits; he made me his bullseye, 13 surrounded by archers; pierced my heart with no pity, spilled my blood on the earth. 14 Wound upon wound, he rains down upon me; like a mighty warrior, he runs me aground. 15 I have donned the sackcloth to hide my skin; I have lowered my horns down to the dust. 16 My face is flushed with desperate weeping; my eyes are filled with the shadow of death. 17 All this, although my hands have not sinned; all this, although my prayer remains pure.
18 Do not conceal my blood, O Earth; don't let my cries fall to the ground. 19 Even now--For God's sake!--my witness is in heaven, Even now--for God's sake!--my record is on high. 20 Lying words, my friends levy against me, while tears leave my eyes in search of God. 21 If only some savior, appealing to God's mercy, could intercede on behalf of a man, as a man intercedes on behalf of his neighbor, as a man intercedes on behalf of a friend. 22 For when a few more years have passed, so too, my own path must come to its end.
