Job 16
2I have often heard such things as these: you are all troublesome comforters.
Audivi frequenter talia: consolatores onerosi omnes vos estis.
3Shall windy words have no end? or is it any trouble to thee to speak?
Numquid habebunt finem verba ventosa? aut aliquid tibi molestum est, si loquaris?
4I also could speak like you: and would God your soul were for my soul.
Poteram et ego similia vestri loqui, atque utinam esset anima vestra pro anima mea:
5I would comfort you also with words, and would wag my head over you.
consolarer et ego vos sermonibus, et moverem caput meum super vos;
6I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as sparing you.
roborarem vos ore meo, et moverem labia mea, quasi parcens vobis.
8But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.
Nunc autem oppressit me dolor meus, et in nihilum redacti sunt omnes artus mei.
10He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.
Collegit furorem suum in me, et comminans mihi, infremuit contra me dentibus suis: hostis meus terribilibus oculis me intuitus est.
11They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.
Aperuerunt super me ora sua, et exprobrantes percusserunt maxillam meam: satiati sunt pœnis meis.
12God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.
Conclusit me Deus apud iniquum, et manibus impiorum me tradidit.
15He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.
Concidit me vulnere super vulnus: irruit in me quasi gigas.
17My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
Facies mea intumuit a fletu, et palpebræ meæ caligaverunt.
18These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
Hæc passus sum absque iniquitate manus meæ, cum haberem mundas ad Deum preces.
19O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.
Terra, ne operias sanguinem meum, neque inveniat in te locum latendi clamor meus:
20For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
ecce enim in cælo testis meus, et conscius meus in excelsis.
21My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.
Verbosi amici mei: ad Deum stillat oculus meus:
22And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
atque utinam sic judicaretur vir cum Deo, quomodo judicatur filius hominis cum collega suo.
23For behold short years pass away, and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.
Ecce enim breves anni transeunt, et semitam per quam non revertar ambulo.