1 Y RESPONDIO Job, y dijo:
2 ¿Hasta cuándo angustiaréis mi alma, Y me moleréis con palabras?
3 Ya me habéis vituperado diez veces: ¿No os avergonzáis de descomediros delante de mí?
4 Sea así que realmente haya yo errado, Conmigo se quedará mi yerro.
5 Mas si vosotros os engrandeciereis contra mí, Y adujereis contra mí mi oprobio,
6 Sabed ahora que Dios me ha trastornado, Y traído en derredor su red sobre mí.
7 He aquí yo clamaré agravio, y no seré oído: Daré voces, y no habrá juicio.
8 Cercó de vallado mi camino, y no pasaré; Y sobre mis veredas puso tinieblas.
9 Hame despojado de mi gloria, Y quitado la corona de mi cabeza.
10 Arruinóme por todos lados, y perezco; Y ha hecho pasar mi esperanza como árbol arrancado.
11 E hizo inflamar contra mí su furor, Y contóme para sí entre sus enemigos.
12 Vinieron sus ejércitos á una, y trillaron sobre mí su camino, Y asentaron campo en derredor de mi tienda.
13 Hizo alejar de mí mis hermanos, Y positivamente se extrañaron de mí mis conocidos.
14 Mis parientes se detuvieron, Y mis conocidos se olvidaron de mí.
15 Los moradores de mi casa y mis criadas me tuvieron por extraño; Forastero fuí yo en sus ojos.
16 Llamé á mi siervo, y no respondió; De mi propia boca le suplicaba.
17 Mi aliento vino á ser extraño á mi mujer, Aunque por los hijos de mis entrañas le rogaba.
18 Aun los muchachos me menospreciaron: En levantándome, hablaban contra mí.
19 Todos mis confidentes me aborrecieron; Y los que yo amaba, se tornaron contra mí.
20 Mi cuero y mi carne se pegaron á mis huesos; Y he escapado con la piel de mis dientes.
21 Oh vosotros mis amigos, tened compasión de mí, tened compasión de mí; Porque la mano de Dios me ha tocado.
22 ¿Por qué me perseguís como Dios, Y no os hartáis de mis carnes?
23 Quién diese ahora que mis palabras fuesen escritas! Quién diese que se escribieran en un libro!
24 Que con cincel de hierro y con plomo Fuesen en piedra esculpidas para siempre!
25 Yo sé que mi Redentor vive, Y al fin se levantará sobre el polvo:
26 Y después de deshecha esta mi piel, Aun he de ver en mi carne á Dios;
27 Al cual yo tengo de ver por mí, Y mis ojos lo verán, y no otro, Aunque mis riñones se consuman dentro de mí.
28 Mas debierais decir: ¿Por qué lo perseguimos? Ya que la raíz del negocio en mí se halla.
29 Temed vosotros delante de la espada; Porque sobreviene el furor de la espada á causa de las injusticias, Para que sepáis que hay un juicio.
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.