איוב יטJob 19

Job said in reply:

How long will you grieve my spirit,And crush me with words?

Time and again you humiliate me,And are not ashamed to abuse me.

If indeed I have erred,My error remains with me.

Though you are overbearing toward me,Reproaching me with my disgrace,

Yet know that God has wronged me,And has thrown up siege works around me.

I cry, “Violence!” but am not answered;I shout, but can get no justice.

My way has been barred; I cannot pass;Darkness has been laid upon my path.

My glory has been stripped from me,The crown removed from my head.

[God] tears down every part of me; I perish;My hopes are uprooted like a tree.

God’s anger is kindled against me;I am regarded as a foe.

Heavenly troops advance together;They build their road toward meAnd encamp around my tent.

My kin have been alienated from me;My acquaintances disown me.

My relatives are gone;My friends have forgotten me.

My dependents and maidservants regard me as a stranger;I am an outsider to them.

I summon my servant but he does not respond;I must myself entreat him.

My odor is repulsive to my wife;I am loathsome to my children.

Even youngsters disdain me;When I rise, they speak against me.

All my bosom friends detest me;Those I love have turned against me.

My bones stick to my skin and flesh;I escape with the skin of my teeth.

Pity me, pity me! You are my friends;For the hand of God has struck me!

Why do you pursue me like God,Maligning me insatiably?

O that my words were written down;Would they were inscribed in a record,

Incised on a rock foreverWith iron stylus and lead!

But I know that my Vindicator lives,And in the end will testify on earth—

This, after my skin will have been peeled off.But I would behold God while still in my flesh,

I myself, not another, would do so;Would see with my own eyes:My heart pines within me.

You say, “How do we persecute him?The root of the matter is in him.”

Be in fear of the sword,For [your] fury is iniquity worthy of the sword;Know there is a judgment!