1: And Job answereth and saith: -- 2: Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words? 3: These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me -- 4: And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. 5: If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach; 6: Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round, 7: Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment. 8: My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth. 9: Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head. 10: He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope. 11: And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries. 12: Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent. 13: My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me. 14: Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me, 15: Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes. 16: To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him. 17: My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my [mother's] womb. 18: Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me. 19: Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me. 20: To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth. 21: Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me. 22: Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied? 23: Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven? 24: With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn. 25: That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise. 26: And after my skin hath compassed this [body], Then from my flesh I see God: 27: Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom. 28: But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me. 29: Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious [are] the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that [there is] a judgment.