1 Then Job answered and said:
And break me in pieces with words?
You are not ashamed that you [b]have wronged me.
My error remains with me.
And plead my disgrace against me,
And has surrounded me with His net.
If I cry aloud, there is no justice.
And He has set darkness in my paths.
And taken the crown from my head.
And I am gone;
My hope He has uprooted like a tree.
And He counts me as one of His enemies.
And build up their road against me;
They encamp all around my tent.
And my acquaintances are completely estranged from me.
And my close friends have forgotten me.
Count me as a stranger;
I am an alien in their sight.
I beg him with my mouth.
And I am [e]repulsive to the children of my own body.
I arise, and they speak against me.
And those whom I love have turned against me.
And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
For the hand of God has struck me!
And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
With an iron pen and lead, forever!
And He shall stand at last on the earth;
That in my flesh I shall see God,
And my eyes shall behold, and not another.
How my [g]heart yearns within me!
Since the root of the matter is found in me,
For wrath brings the punishment of the sword,
That you may know there is a judgment.”