Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no resting -place.

That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor!

For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.

My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

Then Job answered and said,

He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.

I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.

But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief .

His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased?

And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me : And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.

But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.

He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?