16,1 Τότε ο Ιώβ πήρε τον λόγο και είπε: 16,2 «Έχω ακούσει πολλά τέτοια... 16,22 ...θα πάρω τον δρόμο απ’ όπου δεν θα επιστρέψω ποτέ».
Job explicitly calls his friends 'bad comforters' and accuses them of lying and attacking him.
(Edited by Stelios Koukos)
Job 16
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16:1 Then Job took up the discourse and said:
16:2 "I have heard many such things; you are all miserable comforters.
16:3 Do the words of the wind have any logic? Or what is it that troubles you, that you answer in this way?
16:4 If I were in your place, I too could speak; I would heap up arguments against you and shake my head mockingly.
16:5 I would have great strength in my mouth, and my lips would not hold back.
16:6 If I speak, the pain of my wound is not soothed; and if I remain silent, how much less am I wounded?
16:7 But now God has overwhelmed me, He has made me a target, and He has left me to rot.
16:8 He has seized me in His hands, and my afflictions have become a testimony against me. My friend has risen up against me with lies and has accused me outright.
16:9 With anger He has cast me down; He has gnashed His teeth against me, and the arrows of His marauders have fallen upon me.
16:10 He rushed at me with eyes flashing like spears; He struck me hard on the knees, and all together they attacked me.
16:11 Because the Lord has delivered me into the hands of the wicked and placed me among the ungodly.
16:12 While I lived in peace, He crushed me; He seized me by my hair, uprooted me, and set me as a target.
16:13 They surrounded me with spears; they pierced my kidneys and mercilessly poured my gall upon the earth.
16:14 They struck me blow upon blow, and they rushed upon me like mighty warriors.
16:15 They scraped my skin with a shovel, and my strength crumbled into the dust.
16:16 My flesh burns from my crying, and the shadow of death has fallen upon my eyelids.
16:17 Yet, my hands have done no wrong, and my prayer was pure.
16:18 O earth, do not cover the blood of my heart, and let there be no place where my cry will be stopped.
16:19 Even now, my witness is in the heavens, and He who knows my truth is on high.
16:20 May my prayer reach the Lord, and may my tears flow before Him.
16:21 If only man could be judged fairly before God, as a man is judged by his fellow human.
16:22 Therefore, my measured years have come to an end, and I shall take the path from which I shall never return."
Translation by Ioannis Kolitsaras. From the website of the Holy Metropolis of Gumenissa, Axiospolis, and Polycastro: http://www.imgap.gr/file1/AG-Pateres/AG%20KeimenoMetafrasi/PD/25.%20Iov.htm