The Old Testament
| Book | Chapter | Verse | |
|---|---|---|---|
| Job | 16 | (2) I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all. | |
| Job | 16 | (3) Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest? | |
| Job | 16 | (4) I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you. | |
| Job | 16 | (5) But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should assuage your grief | |
| Job | 16 | (6) Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? | |
| Job | 16 | (7) But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. | |
| Job | 16 | (8) And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face. | |
| Job | 16 | (9) He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. | |
| Job | 16 | (10) They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. | |
| Job | 16 | (11) God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. | |
| Job | 16 | (12) I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. | |
| Job | 16 | (13) His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. | |
| Job | 16 | (14) He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. | |
| Job | 16 | (15) I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. | |
| Job | 16 | (16) My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death; | |
| Job | 16 | (17) Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure. | |
| Job | 16 | (18) O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place. | |
| Job | 16 | (19) Also now, behold my witness is in heaven and my record is on high. | |
| Job | 16 | (20) My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth tears unto God. | |
| Job | 16 | (21) O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour! | |