KJ3 Literal Translation
Job 19
1 Job, complaining of his friends, saying to them that there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty. 23 He believes the resurrection.
1¶ And Job answered and said:
2Until when will you torment my soul and break me in pieces with words?
3This ten times you have shamed me; you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.
4And if indeed I have erred, my error remains with me.
5If truly you magnify yourself against me, and plead my reproach against me,
6know now that God has subverted me and His net has closed on me.
7Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
8¶ He has fenced up my way so that I cannot pass; and He has set darkness on my paths.
9He has stripped my honor off of me, and He has removed the crown from my head.
10He has broken me on every side, and I go; and He has pulled up my hope like a tree.
11And His anger glows against me, and He counts me as an adversary to Himself.
12His troops come together and they heap up their way against me; and they camp all around my tent.
13He has put my brothers from me; and ones knowing me truly are estranged from me.
14My near ones have fallen away, and ones knowing me have forgotten me.
15And visitors in my house and my slave-girls count me for a stranger; I am a foreign one in their eyes.
16I call to my servant, but he does not answer; I must beg him with my mouth.
17My breath is also being strange to my wife, and I must beg to the sons of my mother's womb.
18Even young boys despise me; I rise, and they speak against me.
19All the men of my counsel detest me; even those I loved have turned against me.
20My bone clings on my skin and on my flesh; and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21Pity me! Pity me, you my friends! For the hand of God has touched me.
22Why do you pursue me, as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23¶ Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were engraved in a book!
24Oh that they were cut with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever!
25For I know my Redeemer is living, and He shall rise on the dust at the last;
26and after my skin has been struck off from my flesh, yet this, I shall see God,
27whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and no stranger; though my reins be exhausted in my bosom.
28For you may say, Why do we persecute him? And the root of the matter is found in me.
29Fear for yourselves because of the sword; for fury brings punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.
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