Job: My Redeemer Lives
1Then Job answered and said,
2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
3These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.
4And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.
5If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:
6Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.
7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
8He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.
9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.
12His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
13He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.
14My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
15They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
16I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth.
17My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's sake of mine own body.
18Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.
19All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
22Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
24That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
25For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
28But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?
29Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.
King James Bible
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Job: My Redeemer Lives
1 Then Job answered,
2 “How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?
3 You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.
4 If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
5 If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach;
6 know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.
7 “Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
8 He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass, and has set darkness in my paths.
9 He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.
10 He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
11 He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.
12 His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
13 “He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.
14 My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.
15 Those who dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.
16 I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.
17 My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.
18 Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24 That with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!
25 But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
26 After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,
27 Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.
28 If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’ because the root of the matter is found in me,
29 be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”
Job: My Redeemer Lives
1 Then Job answered:
2 “How long will you torment me
and crush me with your words?
3 Ten times now you have reproached me;
you shamelessly mistreat me.
4 Even if I have truly gone astray,
my error concerns me alone.
5 If indeed you would exalt yourselves above me
and use my disgrace against me,
6 then understand that it is God who has wronged me
and drawn His net around me.
7 Though I cry out, ‘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 veiled my paths with darkness.
9 He has stripped me of my honor
and removed the crown from my head.
10 He tears me down on every side until I am gone;
He uproots my hope like a tree.
11 His anger burns against me,
and He counts me among His enemies.
12 His troops advance together;
they construct a ramp against me
and encamp around my tent.
13 He has removed my brothers from me;
my acquaintances have abandoned me.
14 My kinsmen have failed me,
and my friends have forgotten me.
15 My guests and maidservants count me as a stranger;
I am a foreigner in their sight.
16 I call for my servant, but he does not answer,
though I implore him with my own mouth.
17 My breath is repulsive to my wife,
and I am loathsome to my own family.
18 Even little boys scorn me;
when I appear, they deride me.
19 All my best friends despise me,
and those I love have turned against me.
20 My skin and flesh cling to my bones;
I have escaped 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 persecute me as God does?
Will you never get enough of my flesh?
23 I wish that my words were recorded
and inscribed in a book,
24 by an iron stylus on lead,
or chiseled in stone forever.
25 But I know that my Redeemer a lives,
and in the end He will stand upon the earth. b
26 Even after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh c I will see God.
27 I will see Him for myself;
my eyes will behold Him, and not as a stranger.
How my heart yearns d within me!
28 If you say, ‘Let us persecute him,
since the root of the matter lies with him, e’
29 then you should fear the sword yourselves,
because wrath brings punishment by the sword,
so that you may know there is a judgment.”
Footnotes:
25 a Or Vindicator
25 b Or on my grave
26 c Or without my flesh
27 d Hebrew my kidneys yearn
28 e Many Hebrew manuscripts, LXX, and Vulgate; most Hebrew manuscripts with me
Job: My Redeemer Lives
1And Job answereth and saith: --
2Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
3These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --
4And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.
5If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
6Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,
7Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
8My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.
9Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
10He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
11And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.
12Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.
13My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.
14Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,
15Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes.
16To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him.
17My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my mother's womb.
18Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.
19Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.
20To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
21Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
22Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
23Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
24With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.
25That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.
26And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:
27Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
28But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.
29Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious are the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that there is a judgment.
