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I have heard the reproof which putteth me to shame; And the spirit of my understanding answereth me.

Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!

Therefore do my thoughts give answer to me, Even by reason of my haste that is in me.

But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?

If ye say, How we will persecute him! And that the root of the matter is found in me;

Whom I, even I, shall see, on my side, And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

All my familiar friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.

That with an iron pen and lead They were graven in the rock for ever!

Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.

Job 19

There shall dwell in his tent that which is none of his: Brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

They that come after shall be astonished at his day, As they that went before were affrighted.

Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.

His remembrance shall perish from the earth, And he shall have no name in the street.

He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.

His strength shall be hunger-bitten, And calamity shall be ready at his side.

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, `Though' I entreat him with my mouth.

My breath is strange to my wife, And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.

Then Job answered and said,

He shall be driven from light into darkness, And chased out of the world.

His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

He shall have neither son nor son's son among his people, Nor any remaining where he sojourned.

He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.

Know now that God hath subverted me `in my cause', And hath compassed me with his net.

His roots shall be dried up beneath, And above shall his branch be cut off.

He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.