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Job 19:15-25

New American Standard Bible

Chapter 19

15 Those who live in my house and my servant women consider me a stranger. I am a foreigner in their sight. 16 I call to my servant, but he does not answer; I have to implore his favor with my mouth. 17 My breath is offensive to my wife, And I am loathsome to my own brothers. 18 Even young children despise me; I stand up and they speak against me. 19 All my associates loathe me, And those I love have turned against me. 20 My bone clings to my skin and my flesh, And I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth. 21 Pity me, pity me, you friends of mine, For the hand of God has struck me. 22 Why do you persecute me as God does, And are not satisfied with my flesh? 23 'Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were recorded in a book! 24 That with an iron stylus and lead They were engraved in the rock forever! 25 Yet as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, And at the last, He will take His stand on the earth.
King James Version

Chapter 19

15 They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight. 16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth. 17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's sake of mine own body. 18 Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me. 19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me. 20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth. 21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me. 22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! 24 That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! 25 For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
Christian Standard Bible

Chapter 19

15 My house guests and female servants regard me as a stranger; I am a foreigner in their sight. 16 I call for my servant, but he does not answer, even if I beg him with my own mouth. 17 My breath is offensive to my wife, and my own family finds me repulsive. 18 Even young boys scorn me. When I stand up, they mock me. 19 All of my best friends despise me, and those I love have turned against me. 20 My skin and my flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped with only the skin of my teeth. 21 Have mercy on me, my friends, have mercy, for God's hand has struck me.
22 Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh? 23 I wish that my words were written down, that they were recorded on a scroll 24 or were inscribed in stone forever by an iron stylus and lead! 25 But I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the end he will stand on the dust.
New Living Translation

Chapter 19

15 My servants and maids consider me a stranger. I am like a foreigner to them. 16 When I call my servant, he doesn't come; I have to plead with him! 17 My breath is repulsive to my wife. I am rejected by my own family. 18 Even young children despise me. When I stand to speak, they turn their backs on me. 19 My close friends detest me. Those I loved have turned against me. 20 I have been reduced to skin and bones and have escaped death by the skin of my teeth.
21 'Have mercy on me, my friends, have mercy, for the hand of God has struck me. 22 Must you also persecute me, like God does? Haven't you chewed me up enough?
23 'Oh, that my words could be recorded. Oh, that they could be inscribed on a monument, 24 carved with an iron chisel and filled with lead, engraved forever in the rock.
25 'But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and he will stand upon the earth at last.
English Standard Version

Chapter 19

15 The guests in my house and my maidservants count me as a stranger; I have become a foreigner in their eyes. 16 I call to my servant, but he gives me no answer; I must plead with him with my mouth for mercy. 17 My breath is strange to my wife, and I am a stench to the children of my own mother. 18 Even young children despise me; when I rise they talk against me. 19 All my intimate friends abhor me, and those whom I loved have turned against me. 20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth. 21 Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me! 22 Why do you, like God, pursue me? Why are you not satisfied with my flesh? 23 “Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book! 24 Oh that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever! 25 For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the last he will stand upon the earth.
New International Version

Chapter 19

15 My guests and my female servants count me a foreigner; they look on me as on a stranger. 16 I summon my servant, but he does not answer, though I beg him with my own mouth. 17 My breath is offensive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own family. 18 Even the little boys scorn me; when I appear, they ridicule me. 19 All my intimate friends detest me; those I love have turned against me.
20 I am nothing but skin and bones; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth. 21 Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.
22 Why do you pursue me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh? 23 Oh, that my words were recorded, that they were written on a scroll, 24 that they were inscribed with an iron tool on lead, or engraved in rock forever! 25 I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth.
La Biblia de las Américas

Chapter 19

15 Los moradores de mi casa y mis criadas me tienen por extraño, extranjero soy a sus ojos. 16 Llamo a mi siervo, y no responde, con mi propia boca tengo que rogarle. 17 Mi aliento es odioso a mi mujer, y soy repugnante a mis propios hermanos. 18 Hasta los niños me desprecian, me levanto, y hablan contra mí. 19 Todos mis compañeros me aborrecen, y los que amo se han vuelto contra mí. 20 Mis huesos se pegan a mi piel y a mi carne, y sólo he escapado con la piel de mis dientes. 21 Tened piedad, tened piedad de mí, vosotros mis amigos, porque la mano de Dios me ha herido. 22 ¿Por qué me perseguís como Dios lo hace, y no os saciáis ya de mi carne?
23 ¡Oh, si mis palabras se escribieran, si se grabaran en un libro ! 24 ¡Si con cincel de hierro y con plomo fueran esculpidas en piedra para siempre! 25 Yo sé que mi Redentor vive, y al final se levantará sobre el polvo.
Nueva Biblia de las Américas

Chapter 19

15 Los moradores de mi casa y mis criadas me tienen por extraño, Extranjero soy a sus ojos. 16 Llamo a mi siervo, y no responde, Con mi propia boca tengo que rogarle. 17 Mi aliento es odioso a mi mujer, Y soy repugnante a mis propios hermanos. 18 Hasta los niños me desprecian, Me levanto, y hablan contra mí. 19 Todos mis compañeros me aborrecen, Y los que amo se han vuelto contra mí. 20 Mis huesos se pegan a mi piel y a mi carne, Sólo he escapado con la piel de mis dientes. 21 Tengan piedad, tengan piedad de mí, ustedes mis amigos, Porque la mano de Dios me ha herido. 22 ¿Por qué me persiguen como Dios lo hace, Y no dejan ya de saciarse de mi carne?
23 ¡Oh, si mis palabras se escribieran, Si se grabaran en un libro! 24 ¡Si con cincel de hierro y con plomo Fueran esculpidas en piedra para siempre! 25 Yo sé que mi Redentor (Defensor) vive, Y al final se levantará sobre el polvo.
Nueva Versión Internacional

Chapter 19

15 Mis huéspedes y mis criadas me ven como a un extraño, me miran como a un desconocido. 16 Llamo a mi criado, y no me responde, aunque yo mismo se lo ruego. 17 A mi esposa le da asco mi aliento; a mis hermanos les resulto repugnante. 18 Hasta los niños me desprecian; en cuanto me ven, se burlan de mí. 19 A todos mis amigos les resulto abominable; mis seres queridos se han vuelto contra mí. 20 La piel y la carne se me pegan a los huesos; ¡a duras penas he salvado el pellejo!
21 »¡Compadézcanse de mí, amigos míos; compadézcanse, que la mano de Dios me ha golpeado! 22 ¿Por qué me acosan como Dios? ¿No les basta con desollarme vivo?
23 »¡Ah, si fueran grabadas mis palabras, si quedaran escritas en un libro! 24 ¡Si para siempre quedaran sobre la roca, grabadas con cincel en una placa de plomo! 25 Yo sé que mi redentor vive, y que al final triunfará sobre la muerte.
Reina-Valera 1960

Chapter 19

15 Los moradores de mi casa y mis criadas me tuvieron por extraño; Forastero fui yo a sus ojos. 16 Llamé a mi siervo, y no respondió; De mi propia boca le suplicaba. 17 Mi aliento vino a ser extraño a mi mujer, Aunque por los hijos de mis entrañas le rogaba. 18 Aun los muchachos me menospreciaron; Al levantarme, hablaban contra mí. 19 Todos mis íntimos amigos me aborrecieron, Y los que yo amaba se volvieron contra mí. 20 Mi piel y mi carne se pegaron a mis huesos, Y he escapado con sólo la piel de mis dientes. 21 ¡Oh, vosotros mis amigos, tened compasión de mí, tened compasión de mí! Porque la mano de Dios me ha tocado. 22 ¿Por qué me perseguís como Dios, Y ni aun de mi carne os saciáis?
23 ¡Quién diese ahora que mis palabras fuesen escritas! ¡Quién diese que se escribiesen en un libro; 24 Que con cincel de hierro y con plomo Fuesen esculpidas en piedra para siempre! 25 Yo sé que mi Redentor vive, Y al fin se levantará sobre el polvo;
Biblia del Jubileo

Chapter 19

15 Los moradores de mi casa y mis criadas me tuvieron por extraño; forastero fui yo en sus ojos. 16 Llamé a mi siervo, y no respondió; de mi propia boca le suplicaba. 17 Mi espíritu vino a ser extraño a mi mujer, aunque por los hijos de mis entrañas le rogaba. 18 Aun los muchachos me menospreciaron; levantándome, hablaban contra mí. 19 Todos mis íntimos amigos me aborrecieron; y los que yo amaba, se tornaron contra mí. 20 Mi piel y mi carne se pegaron a mis huesos; y he escapado con la piel de mis dientes. 21 Oh vosotros mis amigos, tened compasión de mí, tened compasión de mí; porque la mano de Dios me ha tocado. 22 ¿Por qué me perseguís como Dios, y no os saciáis de mis carnes? 23 ¡Quién diese ahora que mis palabras fuesen escritas! ¡Quién diese que se escribieran en un libro! 24 ¡Que con cincel de hierro y con plomo fuesen en piedra esculpidas para siempre! 25 Yo sé que mi Redentor vive, y al fin se levantará sobre el polvo;