Job 19

1Respondió Job y dijo:

2“¿Hasta cuándo afligiréis mi alma, y queréis majarme con palabras?

3Ya diez veces me habéis insultado, y no os avergonzáis de ultrajarme.

4Aunque yo realmente haya errado, soy yo quien pago mi error.

5Si queréis alzaros contra mí, alegando en mi desfavor mi oprobio,

6sabed que es Dios quien me oprime, y me ha envuelto en su red.

7He aquí que alzo el grito por ser oprimido, pero nadie me responde; clamo, pero no hay justicia.

8Él ha cerrado mi camino, y no puedo pasar; ha cubierto de tinieblas mis sendas.

9Me ha despojado de mi gloria, y de mi cabeza ha quitado la corona.

10Me ha arruinado del todo, y perezco; desarraigó, como árbol, mi esperanza.

11Encendió contra mí su ira, y me considera como enemigo suyo.

12Vinieron en tropel sus milicias, se abrieron camino contra mí y pusieron sitio a mi tienda.

13A mis hermanos los apartó de mi lado, y mis conocidos se retiraron de mí.

14Me dejaron mis parientes, y mis íntimos me han olvidado.

15Los que moran en mi casa, y mis criadas me tratan como extraño; pues soy un extranjero a sus ojos.

16Llamo a mi siervo, y no me responde, por más que le ruegue con mi boca.

17Mi mujer tiene asco de mi hálito, y para los hijos de mis entrañas no soy más que hediondez.

18Me desprecian hasta los niños; si intento levantarme se mofan de mí.

19Todos los que eran mis confidentes me aborrecen, y los que yo más amaba se han vuelto contra mí.

20Mis huesos se pegan a mi piel y a mi carne, y tan solo me queda la piel de mis dientes.

21¡Compadeceos de mí, compadeceos de mí, a lo menos vosotros, amigos míos, pues la mano de Dios me ha herido!

22¿Por qué me perseguís como Dios, y ni os hartáis de mi carne?

23¡Oh! que se escribiesen mis palabras y se consignaran en un libro,

24que con punzón de hierro y con plomo se grabasen en la peña para eterna memoria!

25Mas yo sé que vive mi Redentor, y que al fin se alzará sobre la tierra.

26Después, en mi piel, revestido de este (mi cuerpo) veré a Dios (de nuevo) desde mi carne.

27Yo mismo le veré; le verán mis propios ojos, y no otro; por eso se consumen en mí mis entrañas.

28Vosotros diréis entonces: «¿Por qué lo hemos perseguido?» Pues quedará descubierta la justicia de mi causa.

29Temed la espada, porque terribles son las venganzas de la espada; para que sepáis que hay un juicio.”

1Respondens autem Job, dixit:

2[Usquequo affligitis animam meam, et atteritis me sermonibus?

3En decies confunditis me, et non erubescitis opprimentes me.

4Nempe etsi ignoravi, mecum erit ignorantia mea.

5At vos contra me erigimini, et arguitis me opprobriis meis.

6Saltem nunc intelligite quia Deus non æquo judicio afflixerit me, et flagellis suis me cinxerit.

7Ecce clamabo, vim patiens, et nemo audiet; vociferabor, et non est qui judicet.

8Semitam meam circumsepsit, et transire non possum: et in calle meo tenebras posuit.

9Spoliavit me gloria mea, et abstulit coronam de capite meo.

10Destruxit me undique, et pereo: et quasi evulsæ arbori abstulit spem meam.

11Iratus est contra me furor ejus, et sic me habuit quasi hostem suum.

12Simul venerunt latrones ejus, et fecerunt sibi viam per me, et obsederunt in gyro tabernaculum meum.

13Fratres meos longe fecit a me, et noti mei quasi alieni recesserunt a me.

14Dereliquerunt me propinqui mei, et qui me noverant obliti sunt mei.

15Inquilini domus meæ et ancillæ meæ sicut alienum habuerunt me, et quasi peregrinus fui in oculis eorum.

16Servum meum vocavi, et non respondit: ore proprio deprecabar illum.

17Halitum meum exhorruit uxor mea, et orabam filios uteri mei.

18Stulti quoque despiciebant me: et cum ab eis recessissem, detrahebant mihi.

19Abominati sunt me quondam consiliarii mei, et quem maxime diligebam, aversatus est me.

20Pelli meæ, consumptis carnibus, adhæsit os meum, et derelicta sunt tantummodo labia circa dentes meos.

21Miseremini mei, miseremini mei saltem vos, amici mei, quia manus Domini tetigit me.

22Quare persequimini me sicut Deus, et carnibus meis saturamini?

23Quis mihi tribuat ut scribantur sermones mei? quis mihi det ut exarentur in libro

24stylo ferreo et plumbi lamina, vel celte sculpantur in silice?

25Scio enim quod redemptor meus vivit, et in novissimo die de terra surrecturus sum:

26et rursum circumdabor pelle mea, et in carne mea videbo Deum meum:

27quem visurus sum ego ipse, et oculi mei conspecturi sunt, et non alius: reposita est hæc spes mea in sinu meo.

28Quare ergo nunc dicitis: Persequamur eum, et radicem verbi inveniamus contra eum?

29Fugite ergo a facie gladii, quoniam ultor iniquitatum gladius est: et scitote esse judicium.]

1Then Job answered, and said:

2How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

3Behold, these ten times you confound me, and are not ashamed to oppress me.

4For if I have been ignorant, my ignorance shall be with me.

5But you have set yourselves up against me, and reprove me with my reproaches.

6At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.

7Behold I cry suffering violence, and no one will hear: I shall cry aloud, and there is none to judge.

8He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.

9He hath stripped me of my glory, and hath taken the crown from my head.

10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.

11His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.

12His troops have come together, and have made themselves a way by me, and have besieged my tabernacle round about.

13He hath put my brethren far from me, and my acquaintance like strangers have departed from me.

14My kinsmen have forsaken me, and they that knew me, have forgotten me.

15They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes.

16I called my servant, and he gave me no answer, I entreated him with my own mouth.

17My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.

18Even fools despise me; and when I gone from them, they spoke against me.

19They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I love most is turned against me.

20The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.

21Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.

22Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?

23Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?

24With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone.

25For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.

26And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.

27Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.

28Why then do you say now: Let us persecute him, and let us find occasion of word against him?

29Flee then from the face of the sword, for the sword is the revenger of iniquities: and know ye that there is judgment.