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

My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.

Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me, for the hand of God has struck me.

Why do you pursue me like God does? Will you never be satiated with my flesh?

that with an iron chisel and with lead they were engraved in a rock forever!

whom I will see for myself, and whom my own eyes will behold, and not another. My heart grows faint within me.

If you say, 'How we will pursue him, since the root of the trouble is found in him!'

And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God,

Fear the sword yourselves, for wrath brings the punishment by the sword, so that you may know that there is judgment."

Then Job answered:

"O that my words were written down, O that they were written on a scroll,

"How long will you torment me and crush me with your words?

All my closest friends detest me; and those whom I love have turned against me.

He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like one uproots a tree.

"He has put my relatives far from me; my acquaintances only turn away from me.

But even if it were true that I have erred, my error remains solely my concern!

His troops advance together; they throw up a siege ramp against me, and they camp around my tent.

My kinsmen have failed me; my friends have forgotten me.

He has stripped me of my honor and has taken the crown off my head.

If indeed you would exalt yourselves above me and plead my disgrace against me,

"If I cry out, 'Violence!' I receive no answer; I cry for help, but there is no justice.

My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my brothers.

know then that God has wronged me and encircled me with his net.

These ten times you have been reproaching me; you are not ashamed to attack me!

He has blocked my way so I cannot pass, and has set darkness over my paths.

My guests and my servant girls consider me a stranger; I am a foreigner in their eyes.

Even youngsters have scorned me; when I get up, they scoff at me.

I summon my servant, but he does not respond, even though I implore him with my own mouth.

Thus his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies.