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[1]Iob aunswered, & saide
[2]I haue oft times heard such thinges: miserable geuers of comfort are ye all the sort of you
[3]Shall not vaine wordes come yet to an ende? Or what maketh thee bolde so to aunswere
[4]I coulde speake as ye do also: but would God that your soule were in my soules steade, then could I frame wordes for you, and shake my head at you
[5]I shoulde comfort you with my mouth, & releasse your paine with the talking of my lippes
[6]For all my wordes my sorowe wyll not ceasse: And though I holde my tongue, what am I eased
[7]But now that [God] hath sent me aduersitie, thou hast troubled al my congregation
[8]And that thou hast filled me with wrinckles my fleshe is recorde, and my leanenesse ryseth vp against me and beareth witnes thereof in my face
[9]His wrath hath torne [me] he hateth me, & gnasheth vpon me with his teeth: myne enemie loketh fiercely vpon me with his eyes
[10]They haue opened their mouthes wide vpon me, and smitten me vpon the cheeke dispitefully, they gather the selues together against me
[11]God hath shut me vp with the vngodly, and deliuered me into the handes of the wicked
[12]I was in wealth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, he hath all to shaken me, and set me as a marke for him selfe
[13]His archers compasse me rounde about, he woundeth my raines, and doth not spare, my bowels hath he powred vpon the grounde
[14]He hath geuen me one wounde vpon an other, and is fallen vpon me lyke a giaunt
[15]I haue sowed a sackecloth vpon my skinne, and wallowed my head in the dust
[16]My face is withered with weeping, & in mine eyes is the shadowe of death
[17]Howbeit there is no wickednesse in my handes, but my prayer is cleane
[18]O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no roome
[19]For lo, my witnesse is in heauen, and he that knoweth me, is in the height
[20]My friendes geue me many wordes to scorne, and myne eye powreth out teares vnto God
[21]O that a body might pleate with God, as one man doth with an other
[22]Yet the number of my yeres is come, and the way that I must go is at hand, from whence I shall not turne againe
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