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Job 16 Sung: Miserable Comforters Are You All

Job 16, sung word for word in more than 20 music styles, with the words on screen. Free. Choose a style and a voice to play it.

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The words of Job 16

1 -Then Job answered:
2 -“I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all.
3 -Is there no end to your long-winded speeches? What provokes you to continue testifying?
4 -I could also speak like you if you were in my place; I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
5 -But I would encourage you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would bring relief.
6 -Even if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I hold back, how will it go away?
7 -Surely He has now exhausted me; You have devastated all my family.
8 -You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
9 -His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.
10 -They open their mouths against me and strike my cheeks with contempt; they join together against me.
11 -God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
12 -I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;
13 -His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.
14 -He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
15 -I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust.
16 -My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
17 -yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18 -O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help never be laid to rest.
19 -Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is on high.
20 -My friends are my scoffers as my eyes pour out tears to God.
21 -Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
22 -For when only a few years are past I will go the way of no return.

(Berean Standard Bible)