Job 19:19–22

⁹Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

⁴For my love they are my adversaries: but I give myself unto prayer.

⁵And they have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.

¹²For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:

¹³But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.

¹⁴We took sweet counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in company.

¹⁴To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

¹⁵My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;

⁴⁸But Jesus said unto him, Judas, betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss?

¹¹My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

²⁰He hath put forth his hands against such as be at peace with him: he hath broken his covenant.

⁵By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

⁸Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

¹⁹He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:

²⁰So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

²¹His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

²²Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.

⁴And Satan answered the Lord, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life.

⁵But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.

⁶And the Lord said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thine hand; but save his life.

³⁰My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

⁴My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.

¹⁰Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.

³For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

¹⁴I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

³When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

⁴For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

³There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

¹¹But put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will curse thee to thy face.

²For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

²⁶And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it.

³Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them; and them which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body.

¹⁰But he said unto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh. What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips.

⁵But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.

¹⁴To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

⁴For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

¹⁵Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.

²⁶For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

²³But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the street, to them that went over.

¹⁶For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.

²⁵Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

¹¹God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

⁵But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.

³¹If the men of my tabernacle said not, Oh that we had of his flesh! we cannot be satisfied.

³Who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them; and they break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.

¹³His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

¹⁴He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.