Parallel Bible results for "Job 19"

Job 19

New International Reader's Version NIRV

1 Job replied,

2 "How long will you people make me suffer? How long will you crush me with your words?

3 You have already made fun of me many times. You have attacked me without feeling any shame.

4 Suppose it's true that I've gone down the wrong path. Then it's my concern, not yours.

5 Suppose you want to place yourselves above me. Suppose you want to use my shame to prove I'm wrong.

6 Then I want you to know that God hasn't treated me right. In fact, he has captured me in his net.

7 "I cry out, 'Someone harmed me!' But I don't get any reply. I call out for help. But I'm not treated fairly.

8 God has blocked my way, and I can't get through. He has made my paths so dark I can't see where I'm going.

9 He has taken my wealth away from me. He has stripped me of my honor.

10 He tears me down on every side until I'm gone. He pulls up the roots of my hope as if I were a tree.

11 His anger burns against me. He thinks I'm one of his enemies.

12 His troops march toward me in force. They come at me from every direction. They camp around my tent.

13 "God has caused my brothers to desert me. The people I used to know are now strangers to me.

14 My family has gone away. My friends have forgotten me.

15 My guests and my female servants think of me as a stranger. They look at me as if I were an outsider.

16 I send for my servant, but he doesn't answer. He doesn't come, even though I beg him to.

17 My wife can't stand the way my breath smells. My own relatives won't have anything to do with me.

18 Even little children laugh at me. When I appear, they make fun of me.

19 All of my close friends hate me. Those I love have turned against me.

20 I'm nothing but skin and bones. I've only escaped by the skin of my teeth.

21 "Have pity on me, my friends! Please have pity! God has struck me down with his powerful hand.

22 Why do you chase after me as he does? Aren't you satisfied with what you have done to me already?

23 "I wish my words were written down! I wish they were written on a scroll!

24 I wish they were cut into lead with an iron tool! I wish they were carved in rock forever!

25 I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end he will stand on the earth.

26 After my skin has been destroyed, in my body I'll still see God.

27 I myself will see him with my own eyes. I'll see him, and he won't be a stranger to me. How my heart longs for that day!

28 "You might say, 'Let's keep bothering Job. After all, he's the cause of all of his suffering.'

29 But you should be afraid when God comes to judge you. He'll be angry. He'll punish you with his sword. Then you will know that he is the Judge."

New International Version NIV

1 Then Job replied:

2 “How long will you torment me and crush me with words?

3 Ten times now you have reproached me; shamelessly you attack me.

4 If it is true that I have gone astray, my error remains my concern alone.

5 If indeed you would exalt yourselves above me and use my humiliation against me,

6 then know that God has wronged me and drawn his net around me.

7 “Though I cry, ‘Violence!’ I get no response; though I call for help, there is no justice.

8 He has blocked my way so I cannot pass; he has shrouded my paths in darkness.

9 He has stripped me of my honor and removed the crown from my head.

10 He tears me down on every side till I am gone; he uproots my hope like a tree.

11 His anger burns against me; he counts me among his enemies.

12 His troops advance in force; they build a siege ramp against me and encamp around my tent.

13 “He has alienated my family from me; my acquaintances are completely estranged from me.

14 My relatives have gone away; my closest friends have forgotten me.

15 My guests and my female servants count me a foreigner; they look on me as on a stranger.

16 I summon my servant, but he does not answer, though I beg him with my own mouth.

17 My breath is offensive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own family.

18 Even the little boys scorn me; when I appear, they ridicule me.

19 All my intimate friends detest me; those I love have turned against me.

20 I am nothing but skin and bones; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.

21 “Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.

22 Why do you pursue me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?

23 “Oh, that my words were recorded, that they were written on a scroll,

24 that they were inscribed with an iron tool on lead, or engraved in rock forever!

25 I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth.

26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God;

27 I myself will see him with my own eyes—I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!

28 “If you say, ‘How we will hound him, since the root of the trouble lies in him, ’

29 you should fear the sword yourselves; for wrath will bring punishment by the sword, and then you will know that there is judgment. ”