The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Job
But Job answered:
What, will you torment me still? Every word of yours a fresh weight to crush me?
How many times is this you have fallen on me, trampled me down without ruth?
If, unawares, I have committed some fault, it concerns none but myself;
not for you to claim authority over me, bring home to me my disgrace!
How to make you understand that God has misjudged me, caught me in his toils!
If I cry out upon that my wrongs, there is none to hear me, none to take cognisance of my plea;
my path hedged in, so that there is no escape, my direction lost, and I benighted.
By him discredited, discrowned,
by him left defenceless on every side, I go my ways; a tree torn up by the roots has more to hope for than I.
Against me all his anger is aroused; I am that enemy
against whom he musters all his forces, to ride over me, to beleaguer my dwelling place.
Sundered am I from my brethren, a stranger to all that knew me,
forsaken by my kindred, by my friends forgotten.
Guests that dwell in my house, ay, and the very serving-women, stare at me, the alien, the unknown;
my servants do not come at my call, I must speak them fair;
my wife shuns the breath of me, to my own flesh and blood✻ I am a suppliant.
The very innocents✻ despise me, jeer at me when my back is turned;
no counsellor so trusted but he is weary of me, no friend so loved but he abandons me now.
And I so wasted! Skin clinging to bone, save where the lips cover my teeth, is all that is left of me.✻
Friends, friends, do you at least have pity, now when God’s hand has fallen on me!
Would you take part in God’s hue and cry against me, slander me to your hearts’ content?✻
Could but these words of mine be written down in a book,
graven with a pen of iron upon tablets of lead, chiselled on hard flint!✻
This at least I know, that one lives on who will vindicate me, rising up from the dust when the last day comes.✻
Once more my skin shall clothe me, and in my flesh I shall have sight of God.✻
I myself, with my own eyes; it will not be something other than myself that sees him. Deep in my heart is this hope reposed.✻
You that would raise the hue and cry, finding matter of complaint against me,
should rather take flight yourselves, the sword at your heels; the sword that avenges wrong, proof to you that justice shall be done.
The Holy Bible