nsb - Job:19

nsb@Job:19:1 @ JOB REPLIED:

nsb@Job:19:2 @ »How long will you torment me and depress me with words?

nsb@Job:19:3 @ »You have insulted me ten times now. You are not even ashamed of hurting me.

nsb@Job:19:4 @ »Even if it were true that I made a mistake without realizing it, my mistake would affect only me.

nsb@Job:19:5 @ »If you are trying to make yourselves look better than me by using my disgrace as an argument against me,

nsb@Job:19:6 @ then I want you to know that God has wronged me and surrounded me with his net.

nsb@Job:19:7 @ »Yes I cry for Help! I am being attacked! But I get no response. I call for help, but there is no justice.

nsb@Job:19:8 @ »God has blocked my path so that I cannot go on. He has made my path dark.

nsb@Job:19:9 @ »He stripped me of my honor. He took the crown off my head.

nsb@Job:19:10 @ »He beats me down on every side until I am gone. He uproots my hope like a tree.

nsb@Job:19:11 @ »He is very angry with me. He considers me his enemy.

nsb@Job:19:12 @ »His troops assemble against me. They build a ramp to attack me. They camp around my tent.

nsb@Job:19:13 @ »My brothers stay far away from me. My friends are complete strangers to me.

nsb@Job:19:14 @ »My relatives and my closest friends have stopped coming. My houseguests have forgotten me.

nsb@Job:19:15 @ »My female slaves consider me to be a stranger. I am like a foreigner to them.

nsb@Job:19:16 @ »I call my slave, but he does not answer, even when I beg him.

nsb@Job:19:17 @ »I am repulsive to my wife and my children think I stink.

nsb@Job:19:18 @ »Even young children despise me. If I stand up, they make fun of me.

nsb@Job:19:19 @ »All my closest friends are disgusted with me. Those I love have turned against me.

nsb@Job:19:20 @ »My bones cling to my skin. I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.

nsb@Job:19:21 @ »Have pity on me, my friends! Have pity on me because God's hand has struck me down.

nsb@Job:19:22 @ »Why do you pursue me as God does? Why are you never satisfied with my flesh?

nsb@Job:19:23 @ »I wish now my words were written. I wish they were inscribed on a scroll.

nsb@Job:19:24 @ »I wish they were engraved forever on a rock with an iron stylus and lead.

nsb@Job:19:25 @ »I know that my redeemer lives, and in later days he will take his stand on the earth.

nsb@Job:19:26 @ »Even after my skin is gone and this body destroyed, I will see God in my own flesh.

nsb@Job:19:27 @ »I will see him with my own eyes, not with someone else's. My heart fails inside me!

nsb@Job:19:28 @ »You say: We will persecute him! The root of the problem is found in him.

nsb@Job:19:29 @ »Fear the sword and death, because your anger is punishable by the sword. Then you will know there is a judge.«