I know my Redeemer lives
Then Job answered: "How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words? You've reproached me ten times now, and you're not ashamed to make yourselves strange to me. Even if I have truly erred, my error stays with me. If you really want to lord it over me and use my disgrace against me, Know this: God has overthrown me and surrounded me with his net. I cry out, 'Wrong!' but I get no answer. I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. He has fenced up my way so I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths. He has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head. He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; he has removed my hope like a tree. He has also kindled his anger against me and counts me as one of his enemies. His troops come together, build up their road against me and camp around my tent. He has put my brothers far from me, and those who know me have become strangers. My relatives have failed me, and my close friends have forgotten me. Those who live in my house, and my maids, count me a stranger. I am an alien in their eyes. I called my servant, but he gave me no answer; I begged him with my own mouth. My breath is strange to my wife, though I begged her for the children's sake of my own body. Even young children despise me. When I rise, they speak against me. All my inward friends loathe me, and those I loved have turned against me. My bone clings to my skin and flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth. Have pity on me, have pity on me, my friends, because the hand of God has touched me. Why do you persecute me as God does? Haven't you had enough of my flesh? If only my words were written down. If only they were recorded in a book, engraved with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever. For I know that my Redeemer lives, and that he will stand at the latter day upon the earth. And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I will see God, I will see him for myself. My own eyes will see him, not another's, though my inward parts are consumed within me. But you should be asking, 'Why are we persecuting him?' seeing the root of the matter is found in me. Be afraid of the sword yourselves. Anger brings the punishments of the sword, so that you may know there is a judgment."
Then Job answered: How long will you wear out my soul and break me in pieces with words? You've insulted me ten times now. You aren't ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me. And if it's true I've gone wrong, my going wrong stays with me. If you'll really make yourselves big against me and argue my shame against me, know now that God has overthrown me and has closed his net round me. Look — I cry out about wrong, and I'm not heard. I cry out loud, but there's no judgment. He's fenced up my way so I can't get past, and he's set darkness in my paths. He's stripped me of my glory and taken the crown off my head. He's wrecked me on every side, and I'm gone. And my hope he's pulled up like a tree. He's lit his anger against me too, and he counts me as one of the ones against him. His troops come together and raise up their way against me, and camp round my tent. He's put my brothers far from me, and the ones who know me are truly strangers to me. My relatives have failed, and my close mates have forgotten me. The ones who live in my house and my servant women count me a stranger. I'm a foreigner in their sight. I called my servant, and he didn't answer. I begged him with my mouth. My breath is strange to my wife, though I begged for the children of my own body. Yes, young children looked down on me. I got up, and they spoke against me. All my close mates loathed me. And the ones I loved have turned against me. My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I've got away by the skin of my teeth. Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my mates, because the hand of God has touched me. Why do you chase me like God does, and aren't satisfied with my flesh? If only my words were written down now. If only they were printed in a book. That they were cut in the rock forever with an iron pen and lead. But I know my Redeemer lives, and he'll stand at the last on the earth. And though worms wreck this body of mine, in my flesh I'll see God. I'll see him for myself, and my eyes will look at him, and not another — though my insides are worn out inside me. But you should say: Why do we chase him — seeing the root of the matter is found in me? Be frightened of the sword yourselves. Because anger brings the punishments of the sword, so you know there's a judgment.
Then Job answered and said, How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words? These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me. And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself. If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach: Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net. Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths. He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree. He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies. His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle. He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me. My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me. They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight. I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth. My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children’s sake of mine own body. Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me. All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me. My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth. Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me. Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh? Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me. But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me? Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.
Then Job answered:
Then Job answered and said,
"How long will you torment my soul and crush me with words?
How long will you wear out my soul and break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
You've reproached me ten times now, and you're not ashamed to make yourselves strange to me.
You've insulted me ten times now. You aren't ashamed that you make yourselves strange to me.
These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.
Even if I have truly erred, my error stays with me.
And if it's true I've gone wrong, my going wrong stays with me.
And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.
If you really want to lord it over me and use my disgrace against me,
If you'll really make yourselves big against me and argue my shame against me,
If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
Know this: God has overthrown me and surrounded me with his net.
know now that God has overthrown me and has closed his net round me.
Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
I cry out, 'Wrong!' but I get no answer. I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Look — I cry out about wrong, and I'm not heard. I cry out loud, but there's no judgment.
Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
He has fenced up my way so I cannot pass, and he has set darkness in my paths.
He's fenced up my way so I can't get past, and he's set darkness in my paths.
He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
He has stripped me of my glory and taken the crown from my head.
He's stripped me of my glory and taken the crown off my head.
He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; he has removed my hope like a tree.
He's wrecked me on every side, and I'm gone. And my hope he's pulled up like a tree.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
He has also kindled his anger against me and counts me as one of his enemies.
He's lit his anger against me too, and he counts me as one of the ones against him.
He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
His troops come together, build up their road against me and camp around my tent.
His troops come together and raise up their way against me, and camp round my tent.
His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
He has put my brothers far from me, and those who know me have become strangers.
He's put my brothers far from me, and the ones who know me are truly strangers to me.
He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
My relatives have failed me, and my close friends have forgotten me.
My relatives have failed, and my close mates have forgotten me.
My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
Those who live in my house, and my maids, count me a stranger. I am an alien in their eyes.
The ones who live in my house and my servant women count me a stranger. I'm a foreigner in their sight.
They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
I called my servant, but he gave me no answer; I begged him with my own mouth.
I called my servant, and he didn't answer. I begged him with my mouth.
I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth.
My breath is strange to my wife, though I begged her for the children's sake of my own body.
My breath is strange to my wife, though I begged for the children of my own body.
My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children’s sake of mine own body.
Even young children despise me. When I rise, they speak against me.
Yes, young children looked down on me. I got up, and they spoke against me.
Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.
All my inward friends loathe me, and those I loved have turned against me.
All my close mates loathed me. And the ones I loved have turned against me.
All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
My bone clings to my skin and flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I've got away by the skin of my teeth.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, my friends, because the hand of God has touched me.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my mates, because the hand of God has touched me.
Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Why do you persecute me as God does? Haven't you had enough of my flesh?
Why do you chase me like God does, and aren't satisfied with my flesh?
Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
If only my words were written down. If only they were recorded in a book,
If only my words were written down now. If only they were printed in a book.
Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
engraved with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever.
That they were cut in the rock forever with an iron pen and lead.
That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
For I know that my Redeemer lives, and that he will stand at the latter day upon the earth.
But I know my Redeemer lives, and he'll stand at the last on the earth.
For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh I will see God,
And though worms wreck this body of mine, in my flesh I'll see God.
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
I will see him for myself. My own eyes will see him, not another's, though my inward parts are consumed within me.
I'll see him for myself, and my eyes will look at him, and not another — though my insides are worn out inside me.
Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
But you should be asking, 'Why are we persecuting him?' seeing the root of the matter is found in me.
But you should say: Why do we chase him — seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
Be afraid of the sword yourselves. Anger brings the punishments of the sword, so that you may know there is a judgment."
Be frightened of the sword yourselves. Because anger brings the punishments of the sword, so you know there's a judgment.
Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.