1898 Young's Literal Translation (YLT)

Job 19

1 Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, sheweth there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty. 21, 28 He craveth pity. 25 He believeth the resurrection.

 19:1 ¶ And Job answereth and saith:—

 19:2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

 19:3 These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me—

 19:4 And also—truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain.

 19:5 If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;

 19:6 Know now, that God turned me upside down, And His net against me hath set round,

 19:7 Lo, I cry out—violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.

 19:8 My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.

 19:9 Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.

 19:10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

 19:11 And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.

 19:12 Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

 19:13 My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.

 19:14 Ceased have my neighbours And my familiar friends have forgotten me,

 19:15 Sojourners of my house and my maids, For a stranger reckon me: An alien I have been in their eyes.

 19:16 To my servant I have called, And he doth not answer, With my mouth I make supplication to him.

 19:17 My spirit is strange to my wife, And my favours to the sons of my [mother's] womb.

 19:18 Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.

 19:19 Abominate me do all the men of my counsel, And those I have loved, Have been turned against me.

 19:20 To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

 19:21 Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

 19:22 Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?

 19:23 Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?

 19:24 With a pen of iron and lead—For ever in a rock they may be hewn.

 19:25 That—I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.

 19:26 And after my skin hath compassed this [body], Then from my flesh I see God:

 19:27 Whom I—I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.

 19:28 But ye say, 'Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.

 19:29 Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious [are] the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that [there is] a judgment.