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Job: Chapter 19

Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, shows there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty, 1-20. He craves pity, 21, 22. He believes the resurrection, 23-29.

1 Then Job answered and said,

2 "How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?

3 These ten times you have reproached me. You are not ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me.

4 And if it is indeed that I have erred, my error remains with myself.

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

6 Know now that God has overthrown me and has encompassed me with his net.

7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

8 He has fenced up my way so that I cannot pass and he has set darkness in my paths.

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

10 He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone. And my hope he has removed like a tree.

11 He has also kindled his wrath against me, and he counts me to him as one of his enemies.

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

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

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

15 Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger. I am a foreigner in their sight.

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

17 My breath is strange to my wife, and I entreated to the children of my mother's womb.

18 Young children even despise me. I arose, and they spoke against me.

19 All my intimate friends abhorred me. And those whom I loved have turned against me.

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

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

22 Why do you persecute me as God and are not satisfied with my flesh?

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

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

25 For I know that my redeemer lives and that he will stand at the latter day upon the earth.

26 And after my skin is destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God,

27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart is consumed within me.

28 Therefore, you should say, 'Why do we persecute him, seeing the root of the matter is found in him?'

29 Be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, so that you may know there is a judgment."