But as for me I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last he will stand up upon the earth.

My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.

Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

that they were engraved in the rock forever with an iron pen and lead!

whom I, even I, shall see on my side, and my eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

If ye say, How we will persecute him! And that the root of the matter is found in me,

And after my skin, this [body], is destroyed, then outside my flesh I shall see God,

be ye afraid of the sword. For wrath [brings] the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.

Then Job answered, and said,

O that my words were now written! O that they were inscribed in a book,

How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

All my familiar friends abhor me, and those whom I loved are turned against me.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. And he has plucked up my hope like a tree.

He has put my brothers far from me, and my acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.

And be it indeed that I have erred, my error remains with myself.

His troops come on together, and cast up their way against me, and encamp round about my tent.

My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.

He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach,

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.

My breath is strange to my wife, and my supplication to the sons of my own mother.

know now that God has subverted me, and has encompassed me with his net.

These ten times ye have reproached me. Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.

He has walled up my way that I cannot pass, and has set darkness in my paths.

Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, reckon me for a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.

Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.

I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I entreat him with my mouth.

He has also kindled his wrath against me. And he considers me to him as his adversaries.