Job 16:6-16

Other Translations of Job 16:6-16

King James Version

⁶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased? ⁷ But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company. 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. ⁹ He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me. ¹⁰ They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me. ¹¹ God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. 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. ¹³ His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. ¹⁴ He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. ¹⁵ I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust. ¹⁶ My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

English Standard Version

⁶ "If I speak, my pain is not assuaged, and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me? ⁷ Surely now God has worn me out; he hasHebrew you have; also verse 8 made desolate all my company. ⁸ And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me, and my leanness has risen up against me; it testifies to my face. ⁹ He has torn me in his wrath and hated me; he has gnashed his teeth at me; my adversary sharpens his eyes against me. ¹⁰ Men have gaped at me with their mouth; they have struck me insolently on the cheek; they mass themselves together against me. ¹¹ God gives me up to the ungodly and casts me into the hands of the wicked. ¹² I was at ease, and he broke me apart; he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces; he set me up as his target; ¹³ his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground. ¹⁴ He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a warrior. ¹⁵ I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin and have laid my strength in the dust. ¹⁶ My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is deep darkness,

The Message

⁶ "When I speak up, I feel no better; if I say nothing, that doesn't help either. ⁷ I feel worn down. God, you have wasted me totally - me and my family! ⁸ You've shriveled me like a dried prune, showing the world that you're against me. My gaunt face stares back at me from the mirror, a mute witness to your treatment of me. ⁹ Your anger tears at me, your teeth rip me to shreds, your eyes burn holes in me - God, my enemy! ¹⁰ People take one look at me and gasp. Contemptuous, they slap me around and gang up against me. ¹¹ And God just stands there and lets them do it, lets wicked people do what they want with me. ¹² I was contentedly minding my business when God beat me up. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me around. He set me up as his target, ¹³ then rounded up archers to shoot at me. Merciless, they shot me full of arrows; bitter bile poured from my gut to the ground. ¹⁴ He burst in on me, onslaught after onslaught, charging me like a mad bull. ¹⁵ "I sewed myself a shroud and wore it like a shirt; I lay face down in the dirt. ¹⁶ Now my face is blotched red from weeping; look at the dark shadows under my eyes,

New King James Version

⁶ "Though I speak, my grief is not relieved; And if I remain silent, how am I eased? ⁷ But now He has worn me out; You have made desolate all my company. ⁸ You have shriveled me up, And it is a witness against me; My leanness rises up against me And bears witness to my face. ⁹ He tears me in His wrath, and hates me; He gnashes at me with His teeth; My adversary sharpens His gaze on me. ¹⁰ They gape at me with their mouth, They strike me reproachfully on the cheek, They gather together against me. ¹¹ God has delivered me to the ungodly, And turned me over to the hands of the wicked. ¹² I was at ease, but He has shattered me; He also has taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces; He has set me up for His target, ¹³ His archers surround me. He pierces my heart and does not pity; He pours out my gall on the ground. ¹⁴ He breaks me with wound upon wound; He runs at me like a warrior. ¹⁵ "I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, And laid my head in the dust. ¹⁶ My face is flushed from weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

New Living Translation

⁶ Instead, I suffer if I defend myself, and I suffer no less if I refuse to speak. ⁷ "O God, you have ground me down and devastated my family. ⁸ As if to prove I have sinned, you've reduced me to skin and bones. My gaunt flesh testifies against me. ⁹ God hates me and angrily tears me apart. He snaps his teeth at me and pierces me with his eyes. ¹⁰ People jeer and laugh at me. They slap my cheek in contempt. A mob gathers against me. ¹¹ God has handed me over to sinners. He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked. ¹² "I was living quietly until he shattered me. He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces. Then he set me up as his target, ¹³ and now his archers surround me. His arrows pierce me without mercy. The ground is wet with my blood. ¹⁴ Again and again he smashes against me, charging at me like a warrior. ¹⁵ I wear burlap to show my grief. My pride lies in the dust. ¹⁶ My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes.