For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he will stand at the latter day upon the earth:

My bone cleaveth 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 hath touched me.

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

That they were graven with an iron pen in lead, in the rock for ever!

Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.

But ye would say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?

And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.

Then Job answered and said,

Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!

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

All my intimate friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope hath he removed like a tree.

He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance are verily estranged from me.

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

His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp around my tabernacle.

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

He hath 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 aloud, but there is no judgment.

My breath is strange to my wife, though I entreated for the children's sake of my own body.

Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath encompassed me with his net.

These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.

He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.

Yes, young children despised me; I arose, and they spoke against me.

I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I entreated him with my mouth.

He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me to him as one of his enemies.