Job asks his friends how long they will torment him and break him in pieces with words. Ten times they have reproached him and they are not ashamed to wrong him. Even if he has erred, his error stays with him. If they magnify themselves against him and use his disgrace as an argument, let them know that God has put him in the wrong and closed his net about him.
He cries out violence and is not answered; he calls for help and there is no justice. God has walled up his way so that he cannot pass and has set darkness on his paths. He has stripped him of his glory and taken the crown from his head. He breaks him down on every side and he is gone; he has uprooted his hope like a tree. He has kindled his wrath against him and counts him as his adversary. His troops come together, cast up a siege ramp against him and encamp around his tent.
His family has withdrawn: God has put his brothers far from him, and his acquaintances are completely estranged; his relatives and close friends have forgotten him. His guests and maidservants count him a stranger, and his servant gives no answer when he calls. His breath is strange to his wife, and even young children despise him. His intimate friends abhor him. His bones stick to his skin, and he has escaped by the skin of his teeth.
He begs his friends for pity: the hand of God has touched him. Why do they pursue him as God does? Oh that his words were written and engraved with an iron pen and lead in the rock forever! For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been thus destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God. I shall see him for myself, and my eyes will behold him, and not another; my heart faints within me. If they say, how shall we pursue him, let them fear the sword, for wrath brings the punishment of the sword, that they may know there is judgment.