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Job 16 YLT/NIV - Online Parallel Bible

Young's Literal Translation (YLT) New International Version (NIV)
1 And Job answereth and saith: -- 1 Then Job replied:
2 I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters [are] ye all. 2 "I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all!
3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest? 3 Will your long-winded speeches never end? What ails you that you keep on arguing?
4 I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head. 4 I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head at you.
5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing. 5 But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.
6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me? 6 "Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.
7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company, 7 Surely, O God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth. 8 You have bound me--and it has become a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me.
9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. 9 God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.
10 They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. 10 Men open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me.
11 God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. 11 God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
12 At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark. 12 All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. 13 his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
14 He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. 14 Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. 15 "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids [is] death-shade. 16 My face is red with weeping, deep shadows ring my eyes;
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer [is] pure. 17 yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18 O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry. 18 "O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!
19 Also, now, lo, in the heavens [is] my witness, And my testifier in the high places. 19 Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high.
20 My interpreter [is] my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped: 20 My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;
21 And he reasoneth for a man with God, And a son of man for his friend. 21 on behalf of a man he pleads with God as a man pleads for his friend.
22 When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go. 22 "Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.