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 19,20 Hiob 19,20
My skin is black, and falleth from me,And my bones are burned with heat.
And Satan answered Jehovah, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life.
But put forth thy hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce thee to thy face.
And Jehovah said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thy hand; only spare his life.
He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, {Another reading is, While all his bones are firm.}And with continual strife in his bones;
So that his life abhorreth bread,And his soul dainty food.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen;And his bones that were not seen stick out.
Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit,And his life to the destroyers.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;My skin {Or, is broken and become loathsome}closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
I am poured out like water,And all my bones are out of joint:My heart is like wax;It is melted within me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd;And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
For dogs have compassed me:A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; {So the Septuagint Version, Vulgate, and Syriac. The Hebrew text as pointed reads, Like a lion, my &c.}They pierced my hands and my feet.
I may count all my bones.They look and stare upon me;
My flesh and my skin hath he {Or, worn out}made old; he hath broken my bones.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted awayThrough my {Hebrew: roaring.}groaning all the day long.
Our skin is {Or, hot}black like an oven,Because of the burning heat of famine.
For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me:My moisture was changed {Or, into the}as with the drought of summer. [Selah
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation;Neither is there any {Or, rest}health in my bones because of my sin.
For my days consume away {Or, in smoke}like smoke,And my bones are burned {Or, as a hearth}as a firebrand.
By reason of the voice of my groaningMy bones cleave to my flesh.
Their visage is {Hebrew: darker than blackness.}blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets:Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.