4But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.5O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.6Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.7Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?8Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?9Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?10He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.11Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?12Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.13Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

1Then Job answered and said,2I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.3Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?4I 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.

2Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

1Then Job answered and said,2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?3These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.4And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.5If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:

1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.2Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?3For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.4Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat.5They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)6To dwell in the clifts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.7Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.8They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.9And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.