Job 16

Then Iob answered, and said,

GenevaBvt Iob answered, and said,

וַ/יַּ֥עַן אִיּ֗וֹב וַ/יֹּאמַֽר

I haue heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

GenevaI haue oft times heard such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

שָׁמַ֣עְתִּי כְ/אֵ֣לֶּה רַבּ֑וֹת מְנַחֲמֵ֖י עָמָ֣ל כֻּלְּ/כֶֽם

Shall vaine words haue an ende? or what emboldeneth thee, that thou answerest?

GenevaShall there be none ende of wordes of winde? or what maketh thee bold so to answere?

הֲ/קֵ֥ץ לְ/דִבְרֵי ר֑וּחַ א֥וֹ מַה יַּ֝מְרִֽיצְ/ךָ֗ כִּ֣י תַעֲנֶֽה

I also could speake as yee doe: if your soule were in my soules stead, I could heape vp words against you, and shake mine head at you.

GenevaI could also speake as yee doe: (but woulde God your soule were in my soules stead) I could keepe you company in speaking, and could shake mine head at you,

גַּ֤ם אָנֹכִי֮ כָּ/כֶ֪ם אֲדַ֫בֵּ֥רָה ל֤וּ יֵ֪שׁ נַפְשְׁ/כֶ֡ם תַּ֤חַת נַפְשִׁ֗/י אַחְבִּ֣ירָה עֲלֵי/כֶ֣ם בְּ/מִלִּ֑ים וְ/אָנִ֥יעָה עֲ֝לֵי/כֶ֗ם בְּמ֣וֹ רֹאשִֽׁ/י

But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the mouing of my lips should asswage your griefe.

GenevaBut I woulde strengthen you with my mouth, and the comfort of my lips should asswage your sorowe.

אֲאַמִּצְ/כֶ֥ם בְּמוֹ פִ֑/י וְ/נִ֖יד שְׂפָתַ֣/י יַחְשֹֽׂךְ

Though I speake, my griefe is not asswaged: and though I forbeare; what am I eased?

GenevaThough I speake, my sorow can not be asswaged: though I cease, what release haue I?

אִֽם אֲ֭דַבְּרָה לֹא יֵחָשֵׂ֣ךְ כְּאֵבִ֑/י וְ֝/אַחְדְּלָ֗ה מַה מִ/נִּ֥י יַהֲלֹֽךְ

But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate al my companie.

GenevaBut now hee maketh mee wearie: O God, thou hast made all my congregation desolate,

אַךְ עַתָּ֥ה הֶלְאָ֑/נִי הֲ֝שִׁמּ֗וֹתָ כָּל עֲדָתִֽ/י

And thou hast filled mee with wrinckles, which is a witnesse against me: and my leannesse rising vp in me, beareth witnesse to my face.

GenevaAnd hast made me full of wrinkles which is a witnesse thereof, and my leannes ryseth vp in me, testifying the same in my face.

וַֽ֭/תִּקְמְטֵ/נִי לְ/עֵ֣ד הָיָ֑ה וַ/יָּ֥קָם בִּ֥/י כַ֝חֲשִׁ֗/י בְּ/פָנַ֥/י יַעֲנֶֽה

He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth vpon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes vpon me.

GenevaHis wrath hath torne me, and hee hateth me, and gnasheth vpon mee with his teeth: mine enemie hath sharpened his eyes against me.

אַפּ֤/וֹ טָרַ֨ף וַֽ/יִּשְׂטְמֵ֗/נִי חָרַ֣ק עָלַ֣/י בְּ/שִׁנָּ֑י/ו צָרִ֓/י יִלְט֖וֹשׁ עֵינָ֣י/ו לִֽ/י

They haue gaped vpon me with their mouth, they haue smitten me vpon the cheeke reprochfully, they haue gathered themselues together against mee.

GenevaThey haue opened their mouthes vpon me, and smitten me on the cheeke in reproch; they gather themselues together against me.

פָּעֲר֬וּ עָלַ֨/י בְּ/פִי/הֶ֗ם בְּ֭/חֶרְפָּה הִכּ֣וּ לְחָיָ֑/י יַ֝֗חַד עָלַ֥/י יִתְמַלָּאֽוּ/ן

God hath deliuered me to the vngodly, and turned me ouer into the hands of the wicked.

GenevaGod hath deliuered me to the vniust, and hath made mee to turne out of the way by the hands of the wicked.

יַסְגִּירֵ֣/נִי אֵ֭ל אֶ֣ל עֲוִ֑יל וְ/עַל יְדֵ֖י רְשָׁעִ֣ים יִרְטֵֽ/נִי

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my necke, and shaken me to pieces, and set me vp for his marke.

GenevaI was in welth, but he hath brought me to nought: he hath taken me by the necke, and beaten me, and set me as a marke for himselfe.

שָׁ֘לֵ֤ו הָיִ֨יתִי וַֽ/יְפַרְפְּרֵ֗/נִי וְ/אָחַ֣ז בְּ֭/עָרְפִּ/י וַֽ/יְפַצְפְּצֵ֑/נִי וַ/יְקִימֵ֥/נִי ל֝֗/וֹ לְ/מַטָּרָֽה

His archers compasse me round about, he cleaueth my reines asunder, and doeth not spare; he powreth out my gall vpon the ground.

GenevaHis archers compasse mee rounde about: he cutteth my reines, and doth not spare, and powreth my gall vpon the ground.

יָ֘סֹ֤בּוּ עָלַ֨/י רַבָּ֗י/ו יְפַלַּ֣ח כִּ֭לְיוֹתַ/י וְ/לֹ֣א יַחְמ֑וֹל יִשְׁפֹּ֥ךְ לָ֝/אָ֗רֶץ מְרֵרָֽתִ/י

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

GenevaHe hath broken me with one breaking vpon another, and runneth vpon me like a gyant.

יִפְרְצֵ֣/נִי פֶ֭רֶץ עַל פְּנֵי פָ֑רֶץ יָרֻ֖ץ עָלַ֣/י כְּ/גִבּֽוֹר

I haue sowed sackcloth vpon my skin, and defiled my horne in the dust.

GenevaI haue sowed a sackcloth vpon my skinne, and haue abased mine horne vnto the dust.

שַׂ֣ק תָּ֭פַרְתִּי עֲלֵ֣י גִלְדִּ֑/י וְ/עֹלַ֖לְתִּי בֶ/עָפָ֣ר קַרְנִֽ/י

My face is fowle with weeping, and on mine eye-lids is the shadow of death;

GenevaMy face is withered with weeping, and the shadow of death is vpon mine eyes,

פָּנַ֣/י חמרמרה מִנִּי בֶ֑כִי וְ/עַ֖ל עַפְעַפַּ֣/י צַלְמָֽוֶת

Not for any iniustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

GenevaThough there be no wickednesse in mine hands, and my prayer be pure.

עַ֭ל לֹא חָמָ֣ס בְּ/כַפָּ֑/י וּֽ/תְפִלָּתִ֥/י זַכָּֽה

O earth couer not thou my blood, and let my cry haue no place.

GenevaO earth, couer not thou my blood, and let my crying finde no place.

אֶ֭רֶץ אַל תְּכַסִּ֣י דָמִ֑/י וְֽ/אַל יְהִ֥י מָ֝ק֗וֹם לְ/זַעֲקָתִֽ/י

Also now, behold my witnesse is in heauen, and my record is on high.

GenevaFor lo, now my witnesse is in the heauen, and my record is on hie.

גַּם עַ֭תָּה הִנֵּה בַ/שָּׁמַ֣יִם עֵדִ֑/י וְ֝/שָׂהֲדִ֗/י בַּ/מְּרוֹמִֽים

My friends scorne me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.

GenevaMy friends speake eloquently against me: but mine eye powreth out teares vnto God.

מְלִיצַ֥/י רֵעָ֑/י אֶל אֱ֝ל֗וֹהַ דָּלְפָ֥ה עֵינִֽ/י

O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour.

GenevaOh that a man might pleade with God, as man with his neighbour!

וְ/יוֹכַ֣ח לְ/גֶ֣בֶר עִם אֱל֑וֹהַּ וּֽ/בֶן אָדָ֥ם לְ/רֵעֵֽ/הוּ

When a few yeeres are come, then I shall goe the way whence I shall not returne.

GenevaFor the yeeres accounted come, and I shall go the way, whence I shall not returne.

כִּֽי שְׁנ֣וֹת מִסְפָּ֣ר יֶאֱתָ֑יוּ וְ/אֹ֖רַח לֹא אָשׁ֣וּב אֶהֱלֹֽךְ