¹Job answered and said:

²How long will you grieve my being and will you crush me with words?

³These ten times you have insulted me; you are not ashamed that you wrong me.

⁴And even if I have truly erred, my error lodges with me.

⁵If truly you make yourselves great over me and argue my disgrace against me,

⁶Know then that God has wronged me, and his net has encircled me.

⁷Look, I cry out, 'Violence!' and I am not answered; I cry for help, and there is no justice.

⁸He has walled up my way, and I cannot pass; and over my paths he sets darkness.

⁹He has stripped off my weightiness from me, and removed the crown from my head.

¹⁰He tears me down all around, and I am gone; he uproots my hope like a tree.

¹¹His anger blazed against me, and he reckoned me as one of his own foes.

¹²His raiding bands have come together, have cast up their way against me, and have camped all around my tent.

¹³He has put far away my brothers from me, and my acquaintances have surely become estranged from me.

¹⁴My near ones have ceased, and those who knew me have forgotten me.

¹⁵Those who sojourn in my house and my maidservants reckon me a stranger; I have become a foreigner in their eyes.

¹⁶I call to my slave, and he does not answer; with my own mouth I implore him for favor.

¹⁷My breath is loathsome to my wife, and I am repulsive to the children of my womb.

¹⁸Even young boys reject me; when I rise, they speak against me.

¹⁹All the men of my council abhor me, and those I loved have turned against me.

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

²¹Show me favor, show me favor, you, my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.

²²Why do you run after me as God does, and are never sated with my flesh?

²³If only my words were written down! If only they were inscribed on a scroll!

²⁴With an iron stylus and lead, may they be engraved in the rock forever!

²⁵And I know that my redeemer lives, and at last he will rise upon the dust.

²⁶And after my skin is struck off in this way, from my flesh I will see God.

²⁷whom I will see for myself, and my own eyes have seen, and not as a stranger; my kidneys are spent within my bosom.

²⁸If you say, 'How shall we run after him?' and the root of the word is found in me,

²⁹Be afraid for yourselves before the face of the sword, for anger brings the punishments of the sword, so that you may know there is a judgment.