Job 16:2-11
Job 16:2-11 CSB
I have heard many things like these. You are all miserable comforters. Is there no end to your empty , words? What provokes you that you continue testifying? If you were in my place I could also talk like you. I could string words together against you and shake my head at you. Instead, I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation from my lips would bring relief. If I speak, my suffering is not relieved, and if I hold back, does any of it leave me? Surely he has now exhausted me. You have devastated my entire family. You have shriveled me up — it has become a witness; my frailty rises up against me and testifies to my face. His anger tears at me, and he harasses me. He gnashes his teeth at me. My enemy pierces me with his eyes. They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join themselves together against me. God hands me over to the unjust; he throws me to the wicked.





