Job Chapter 16
So Job was like, "Ayo, let’s have a talk."
Then Job answered and said,
I’ve peeped all the chatter, but y’all just bringing those sad comfort vibes.
I have heard many such things: miserable comforters {are} ye all. {miserable: or, troublesome}
Do y’all ever stop with those meaningless words? What’s got you feeling brave to respond to me?
Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest? {vain...: Heb. words of wind}
I could totally toss words back at you if the tables were turned, and I’d be just shaking my head at you.
I also could speak as ye {do}: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
But I’m here trying to uplift you with my words, trying to ease your struggle, no cap.
{But} I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage {your grief}.
Even when I speak, my sorrow isn’t going anywhere; if I keep quiet, it’s still a battle, fr.
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and {though} I forbear, what am I eased? {what...: Heb. what goeth from me?}
But now I’m just exhausted; you’ve left my squad in shambles.
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
You’ve given me lines on my face, and that’s a whole vibe check against me; my skinniness is giving me away.
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, {which} is a witness {against me}: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
He’s wrecking me with his fury, hating on me; my opponent’s got that piercing stare.
He teareth {me} in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
They’ve stared at me with their mouths wide, smacking me on the cheek like it’s personal; they’re all on me.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
God’s legit given me up to the evil ones, straight facts.
God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked. {hath...: Heb. hath shut me up}
I was just chilling, but now I’m shattered; he’s got me by the neck, shaking me like a soda can.
I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken {me} by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
His archers are all around me, ripping me apart, no mercy; he’s spilling my guts on the ground.
His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
He’s hitting me with hit after hit, charging at me like a giant.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
I’ve thrown on sackcloth, and my vibe is all dusty and rough.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
My face is a mess from crying, and my eyelids are shadowed by death.
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids {is} the shadow of death;
Not because I’ve done anything wrong; my prayers are clean, periodt.
Not for {any} injustice in mine hands: also my prayer {is} pure.
O earth, don’t cover my blood; let my cries be heard, no cap.
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
Right now, my witness is in the heavens, and my record is up high.
Also now, behold, my witness {is} in heaven, and my record {is} on high. {on high: Heb. in the high places}
My friends are throwing shade at me, but I’m just pouring out tears to God.
My friends scorn me: {but} mine eye poureth out {tears} unto God. {scorn me: Heb. are my scorners}
I wish someone could stand up for me with God, like a homie would for their neighbor!
O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man {pleadeth} for his neighbour! {neighbour: or, friend}
When a few years roll by, I’m outta here for good.
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way {whence} I shall not return. {a few...: Heb. years of number}