1 And Job made answer and said,
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
3 Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
4 And, truly, if I have been in error, the effect of my error is only on myself.
5 If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,
6 Be certain that it is God who has done me wrong, and has taken me in his net.
7 Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
8 My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
9 He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
10 I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
11 His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
12 His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
13 He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
14 My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
15 I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
16 At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
18 Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
19 All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
20 My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
22 Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
23 If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
24 And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
25 But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;
26 And ... without my flesh I will see God;
27 Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
28 If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
29 Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.
1 约伯回答说：
2 "你们叫我受苦要到几时呢？用话压碎我要到几时呢？
3 你们已经十次侮辱我， 你们苛刻地对我， 也不觉得羞耻。
4 即使我真的有过错， 由我承担好了。
5 你们若真的妄自尊大攻击我， 用我的羞辱来证明我的不是，
6 那么， 就知道是 神颠倒我的案件， 用他的网圈住我。
7 我呼叫‘强暴！ ’却没有回答； 我呼求， 却得不到公断。
8 神用篱笆拦阻我的道路， 使我不能经过； 他又使黑暗笼罩我的路。
9 他从我身上剥去我的荣耀， 又挪去我头上的冠冕。
10 他四面拆毁我， 我就离世， 他又把我这指望如树枝一样拔出来。
11 他的怒气向我发作， 把我看作他的敌人；
12 他的军队一起上来， 他们攻击我， 在我的帐棚周围安营。
13 他使我的族人远离我， 使我熟悉的人完全与我疏远。
14 我的亲戚离弃我， 我的朋友忘记我；
15 在我家中寄居的和我的婢女， 都把我当作外人， 我在他们的眼中是个外族人。
16 我呼唤仆人， 他不回答， 我得用口哀求他。
17 妻子厌恶我的气息， 同胞兄弟也厌弃我，
18 连小孩子也藐视我， 我一起来， 他们就讥笑我；
19 我所有的密友都憎恶我， 我所爱的人也向我反脸。
20 我的骨头紧贴着皮肉， 我只剩牙皮逃过大难。
21 我的朋友啊！ 求你们怜悯我， 怜悯我吧！ 因为 神的手击打了我。
22 你们为什么有如 神那样逼迫我？还不因吃我的肉感到满足吗？
23 但愿我的话现在都写下， 都刻在书简上，
24 用铁笔又用铅， 永远刻在磐石上。
25 我知道我的救赎主活着， 最后他必在地上兴起。
26 我的皮肉遭受毁坏以后， 这事就要发生， 我必在肉体以外得见 神。
27 我必见他在我身边， 我要亲眼见他， 并非外人， 我的心肠在我里面渴想极了。
28 你们若说： ‘惹事的根既然在他， 我们要怎样逼迫他呢？’
29 你们就当惧怕刀剑， 因为这些罪孽带来刀剑的惩罚， 好使你们知道有审判。"