Then Job answered and said,
How long will ye vex my soul,
And break me in pieces with words?
These ten times have ye reproached me:
Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.
And be it indeed that I have erred,
Mine error remaineth with myself.
{Or, Will ye indeed…reproach?}If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me,
And plead against me my reproach;
Know now that God hath {Or, overthrown me}subverted me in my cause,
And hath compassed me with his net.
Behold, I {Or, cry out, Violence:}cry out of wrong, but I am not heard:
I cry for help, but there is no justice.
He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass,
And hath set darkness in my paths.
He hath stripped me of my glory,
And taken the crown from my head.
He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone;
And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.
He hath also kindled his wrath against me,
And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.
His troops come on together,
And cast up their way against me,
And encamp round about my tent.
He hath put my brethren far from me,
And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
My kinsfolk have failed,
And my familiar friends have forgotten me.
They that {Or, sojourn}dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger;
I am an alien in their sight.
I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer,
Though I entreat him with my mouth.
My breath is strange to my wife,
And {Or, I make supplication Or, I am loathsome}my supplication to the children {Or, of my body}of mine own mother.
Even young children despise me;
If I arise, they speak against me.
All {Hebrew: the men of my council.}my familiar friends abhor me,
And they whom I loved are turned against me.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh,
And I am 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?
Oh that my words were now written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
That with an iron pen and lead
They were graven in the rock for ever!
{Or, For}But as for me I know that my {Or, vindicator Hebrew: goel.}Redeemer liveth,
And at last he will stand up upon the {Hebrew: dust.}earth:
{Or, And after my skin hath been thus destroyed, Yet from my flesh shall I see God}And after my skin, even this body, is destroyed,
Then without my flesh shall I see God;
Whom I, even I, shall see, {Or, for myself}on my side,
And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger.
My {Hebrew: reins.}heart is consumed within me.
If ye say, How we will persecute him!
And that the root of the matter is found in me;
Be ye afraid of the sword:
For {Or, wrathful are}wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword,
That ye may know there is a judgment.
Querverweise zu Hiob 19,2 Hiob 19,2
How long wilt thou speak these things?And how long shall the words of thy mouth be like a mighty wind?
As God liveth, who hath taken away my right,And the Almighty, who hath {Hebrew: made my soul bitter.}vexed my soul:
His mouth was smooth as butter,But his heart was war:His words were softer than oil,Yet were they drawn swords.
How long will ye hunt for words?Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
And it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words, and urged him, that his soul was vexed unto death.
Behold, they belch out with their mouth;Swords are in their lips:For who, say they, doth hear?
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever?How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away:O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
Who have whet their tongue like a sword,And have aimed their arrows, even bitter words,
and they cried with a great voice, saying, How long, O Master, the holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
My soul also is sore troubled:And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
There is that speaketh rashly like the piercings of a sword;But the tongue of the wise is health.
As with {Or, crushing}a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me,While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?
Death and life are in the power of the tongue;And they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
and delivered righteous Lot, sore distressed by the lascivious life of the wicked
And the tongue is {Or, a fire, that world of iniquity: the tongue is among our members that which &c.}a fire: the {Or, that world of iniquity: the tongue, is among our members that which &c.}world of iniquity among our members is the tongue, which defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the wheel of {Or, birth}nature, and is set on fire by {Greek: Gehenna.}hell.
For every {Greek: nature.}kind of beasts and birds, of creeping things and things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed {Or, unto}by {Greek: the human nature.}mankind:
but the tongue can no man tame; it is a restless evil, it is full of deadly poison.
(for that righteous man dwelling among them, in seeing and hearing, {Greek: tormented.}vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their lawless deeds):