Job 13

1 They that fear the hoary frost, the snow shall fall upon them. 2 At the time when they shall be scattered they shall perish: and after it groweth hot, they shall be melted out of their place. 3 The paths of their steps are entangled: they shall walk in vain, and shall perish. 4 Consider the paths of Thema, the ways of Saba, and wait a little while. 5 They are confounded, because I have hoped: they are come also even unto me, and are covered with shame. 6 Now you are come: and now, seeing my affliction, you are afraid. 7 Did I say: Bring to me, and give me of your substance? 8 Or deliver me from the hand of the enemy, and rescue me out of the hand of the mighty? 9 Teach me, and I will hold my peace: and if I have been ignorant of any thing, instruct me. 10 Why have you detracted the words of truth, whereas there is none of you that can reprove me? 11 You dress up speeches only to rebuke, and you utter words to the wind. 12 You rush in upon the fatherless, and you endeavour to overthrow your friend. 13 However, finish what you have begun: give ear and see whether I lie. 14 Answer, I beseech you, without contention: and speaking that which is just, judge ye. 15 And you shall not find iniquity in my tongue, neither shall folly sound in my mouth. 17 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling. 18 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work; 19 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights. 20 If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall I rise? and again, I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness. 21 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together. 22 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope. 23 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eye shall not return to see good things. 24 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more. 25 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up. 26 Nor shall he return any more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more 27 Wherefore, I will not spare my mouth, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul. 28 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?