Verse 1
Iob aunswered, and saide:
Verse 2
How long wyll ye vexe my soule, and trouble me with wordes?
Verse 3
Lo, ten times haue ye reproched me, and are not ashamed, but haue laughed me to scorne.
Verse 4
Be it that I haue erred in deede, myne errour then remaineth with my selfe.
Verse 5
But if ye wyll aduaunce your selues against me, and rebuke me for the shame that is come vpon me:
Verse 6
Know this then, that it is God which hath ouerthrowe me, and hath compassed me with his net.
Verse 7
If I complaine of the violence that is done vnto me, I cannot be heard: and if I crye, there is no sentence geuen with me.
Verse 8
He hath hedged vp my way that I can not passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my pathes.
Verse 9
He hath spoyled me of myne honour, and taken the crowne away from my head.
Verse 10
He hath destroyed me on euery side and I am gone: my hope hath he taken away as a tree pluckt vp by the roote.
Verse 11
His wrath is kindled against me, he taketh me as though I were his enemie.
Verse 12
His men of warre come together, which made their way ouer me, and besieged my dwelling rounde about.
Verse 13
He hath put my brethren farre away from me, and myne acquaintaunce are also become straungers vnto me.
Verse 14
Myne owne kinsefolkes haue forsaken me, and my best acquainted haue forgotten me.
Verse 15
The seruauntes and maydens of myne owne house toke me for a straunger, and I am become as an aliaunt in their sight.
Verse 16
I called my seruaunt, and he gaue me no aunswere: no though I prayed him with my mouth.
Verse 17
Myne owne wyfe might not abyde my breath, though I prayed her for the children sake of myne owne body.
Verse 18
Yea, the young men despised me, and when I rose they spake euill vpon me.
Verse 19
All my most familiers abhorred me: and they whom I loued best, are turned against me.
Verse 20
My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my fleshe, onely there is left me the skinne about my teeth.
Verse 21
Haue pitie vpon me, haue pitie vpon me, O ye my friendes, for the hande of God hath touched me.
Verse 22
Why do ye persecute me as God doth and are not satisfied with my fleshe?
Verse 23
O that my wordes were now written, O that they were put in a booke,
Verse 24
And grauen with an iron penne in leade, or in stone, to continue.
Verse 25
For I am sure that my redeemer saueth, and he shall rayse vp at the latter day them that lye in the dust.
Verse 26
And though after my skinne the wormes destroy this body, yet shall I see God in my fleshe:
Verse 27
Whom I my selfe shall see, and myne eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my raines are consumed within me.
Verse 28
But ye saide, why is he persecuted? and there was a deepe matter in me.
Verse 29
But beware of the sworde: for the sword wylbe auenged of wickednesse, and be sure that there is a iudgement.