Then Job answered and said,
I have heard many such things:
{Or, Wearisome}Miserable comforters are ye all.
Shall {Hebrew: words of wind.}vain words have an end?
Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
I also could speak as ye do;
If your soul were in my soul's stead,
I could join words together against you,
And shake my head at you.
But I would strengthen you with my mouth,
And the solace of my lips would assuage your grief.
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged;
And though I forbear, {Hebrew: what departeth from me?}what am I eased?
But now he hath made me weary:
Thou hast made desolate all my company.
And thou hast {Or, shrivelled me up}laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me:
And my leanness riseth up against me,
It testifieth to my face.
He hath torn me in his wrath, and {Or, hated}persecuted me;
He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth:
Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth;
They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully:
They gather themselves together against me.
God delivereth me to the ungodly,
And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.
I was at ease, and he brake me asunder;
Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces:
He hath also set me up for his mark.
His {Or, arrows Or, mighty ones}archers compass me round about;
He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;
He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach;
He runneth upon me like a {Or, mighty man}giant.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,
And have {Or, defiled}laid my horn in the dust.
My face is red with weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Although there is no violence in my hands,
And my prayer is pure.
O earth, cover not thou my blood,
And let my cry {Or, have no more place}have no resting-place.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
And he that voucheth for me is on high.
My friends scoff at me:
But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
{Or, That one might plead for a man with God. As a son of man pleadeth for his neighbor}That he would maintain the right of a man with God,
And of a son of man with his neighbor!
For when a few years are come,
I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
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I am weary with my groaning;Every night make I my bed to swim;I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow,And all my members are as a shadow.
Mine eye wasteth away because of grief;It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
The cords of death compassed me,And the pains of Sheol {Or, found me}gat hold upon me:I found trouble and sorrow.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress:Mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.
Then Jonah prayed unto Jehovah his God out of the fish's belly.
And he said, I called {Or, out of mine affliction}by reason of mine affliction unto Jehovah,And he answered me;Out of the belly of Sheol cried I,And thou heardest my voice.
For thou didst cast me into the depth, in the heart of the seas,And the flood was round about me;All thy waves and thy billows passed over me.
And I said, I am cast out from before thine eyes;Yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
The waters compassed me about, even to the soul;The deep was round about me;The weeds were wrapped about my head.
I went down to the bottoms of the mountains;The earth with its bars closed upon me for ever:Yet hast thou brought up my life from {Or, corruption}the pit, O Jehovah my God.
When my soul fainted within me, I remembered Jehovah;And my prayer came in unto thee, into thy holy temple.
They that regard lying vanitiesForsake their own mercy.
But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving;I will pay that which I have vowed.Salvation is of Jehovah.
And Jehovah spake unto the fish, and it vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted awayThrough my {Hebrew: roaring.}groaning all the day long.
And he saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful even unto death: abide ye here, and watch.
I am weary with my crying; my throat is dried:Mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
For my days consume away {Or, in smoke}like smoke,And my bones are burned {Or, as a hearth}as a firebrand.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered;For I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaningMy bones cleave to my flesh.
For I have eaten ashes like bread,And mingled my drink with weeping,
Like as many were astonished at thee (his visage was so marred {Or, from that of man, and his form from that of the sons of men}more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men),
For these things I weep; mine eye, mine eye runneth down with water;Because the comforter that should refresh my soul is far from me:My children are desolate, because the enemy hath prevailed.