Job 16
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Job 16
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| Y RESPONDIO Job, y dijo: | Then Job answered and said, |
| Muchas veces he oído cosas como estas: Consoladores molestos sois todos vosotros. | I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all. |
| ¿Tendrán fin las palabras ventosas? O ¿qué te animará á responder? | Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest? |
| También yo hablaría como vosotros. Ojalá vuestra alma estuviera en lugar de la mía, Que yo os tendría compañía en las palabras, Y sobre vosotros movería mi cabeza. | I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you. |
| Mas yo os alentaría con mis palabras, Y la consolación de mis labios apaciguaría el dolor vuestro. | [But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips would assuage [your grief]. |
| Si hablo, mi dolor no cesa; Y si dejo de hablar, no se aparta de mí. | Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged; And though I forbear, what am I eased? |
| Empero ahora me ha fatigado: Has tú asolado toda mi compañía. | But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company. |
| Tú me has arrugado; testigo es mi flacura, Que se levanta contra mí para testificar en mi rostro. | And thou hast laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me]: And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face. |
| Su furor me destrizó, y me ha sido contrario: Crujió sus dientes contra mí; Contra mí aguzó sus ojos mi enemigo. | He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me; He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth: Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me. |
| Abrieron contra mí su boca; Hirieron mis mejillas con afrenta; Contra mí se juntaron todos. | They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me. |
| Hame entregado Dios al mentiroso, Y en las manos de los impíos me hizo estremecer. | God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked. |
| Próspero estaba, y desmenuzóme: Y arrebatóme por la cerviz, y despedazóme, Y púsome por blanco suyo. | I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark. |
| Cercáronme sus flecheros, Partió mis riñones, y no perdonó: Mi hiel derramó por tierra. | His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground. |
| Quebrantóme de quebranto sobre quebranto; Corrió contra mí como un gigante. | He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant. |
| Yo cosí saco sobre mi piel, Y cargué mi cabeza de polvo. | I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust. |
| Mi rostro está enlodado con lloro, Y mis párpados entenebrecidos: | My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death; |
| A pesar de no haber iniquidad en mis manos, Y de haber sido mi oración pura. | Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure. |
| ¡Oh tierra! no cubras mi sangre, Y no haya lugar á mi clamor. | O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no [resting] -place. |
| Mas he aquí que en los cielos está mi testigo, Y mi testimonio en las alturas. | Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high. |
| Disputadores son mis amigos: Mas á Dios destilarán mis ojos. | My friends scoff at me: [But] mine eye poureth out tears unto God, |
| ¡Ojalá pudiese disputar el hombre con Dios, Como con su prójimo! | That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor! |
| Mas los años contados vendrán, Y yo iré el camino por donde no volveré. | For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return. |
