The Book of Job

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- Kapitel 19 -

Job trusts in his redeemer

Bvt Iob answered, and said,

Howe long will yee vexe my soule, and torment me with wordes?

Ye haue now ten times reproched me, and are not ashamed: ye are impudent toward mee.

And though I had in deede erred, mine errour remaineth with me.

But in deede if ye will aduance your selues against me, and rebuke me for my reproche,

Know nowe, that God hath ouerthrowen me, and hath compassed me with his net.

Beholde, I crie out of violence, but I haue none answere: I crie, but there is no iudgement.

Hee hath hedged vp my way that I cannot passe, and he hath set darkenesse in my paths.

Hee hath spoyled mee of mine honour, and taken the crowne away from mine head.

He hath destroyed mee on euery side and I am gone: and he hath remoued mine hope like a tree.

And he hath kindled his wrath against me, and counteth mee as one of his enemies.

His armies came together, and made their way vpon me, and camped about my tabernacle.

He hath remooued my brethre farre from me, and also mine acquaintance were strangers vnto me.

My neighbours haue forsaken me, and my familiars haue forgotten me.

They that dwel in mine house, and my maydes tooke me for a stranger: for I was a stranger in their sight.

I called my seruant, but he would not answere, though I prayed him with my mouth.

My breath was strange vnto my wife, though I prayed her for the childrens sake of mine owne body.

The wicked also despised mee, and when I rose, they spake against me.

All my secret friends abhorred me, and they whome I loued, are turned against me.

My bone cleaueth to my skinne and to my flesh, and I haue escaped with the skinne of my teeth.

Haue pitie vpon me: haue pitie vpon me, (O yee my friendes) for the hande of God hath touched me.

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

Oh that my wordes were nowe written! oh that they were written euen in a booke,

And grauen with an yron pen in lead, or in stone for euer!

For I am sure, that my Redeemer liueth, and he shall stand the last on the earth.

And though after my skin wormes destroy this bodie, yet shall I see God in my flesh.

Whome I my selfe shall see, and mine eyes shall beholde, and none other for me, though my reynes are consumed within me.

But yee sayde, Why is hee persecuted? And there was a deepe matter in me.

Be ye afraide of the sworde: for the sworde will be auenged of wickednesse, that yee may knowe that there is a iudgement.

Job trusts in his redeemer

Then Job answered,

“How long will you torment me, and crush me with words?

You have reproached me ten times. You aren’t ashamed that you attack me.

If it is true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.

If indeed you will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach,

know now that God has subverted me, and has surrounded me with his net.

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

He has walled up my way so that I can’t pass, and has set darkness in my paths.

He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

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

He has also kindled his wrath against me. He counts me among his adversaries.

His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.

“He has put my brothers far from me. My acquaintances are wholly estranged from me.

My relatives have gone away. My familiar friends have forgotten me.

Those who dwell in my house and my maids consider me a stranger. I am an alien in their sight.

I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer. I beg him with my mouth.

My breath is offensive to my wife. I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

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

All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me.

Why do you persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

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

That with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!

But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.

After my skin is destroyed, then I will see God in my flesh,

whom I, even I, will see on my side. My eyes will see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.

If you say, ‘How we will persecute him!’ because the root of the matter is found in me,

be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”