Bible in Basic English
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;
And ... without my flesh I will see God;
Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.
— Job 19:10-1964, Bible in Basic English
“He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree. He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies. His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle. He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me. My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me. They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight. I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth. My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children’s sake of mine own body. Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me. All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me. My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth. Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me. Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh? Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me. But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me? Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment. ”
Truly, I make an outcry against the violent man, but there is no answer: I give a cry for help, but no one takes up my cause.
My way is walled up by him so that I may not go by: he has made my roads dark.
He has put off my glory from me, and taken the crown from my head.
I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.
His wrath is burning against me, and I am to him as one of his haters.
His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.
My relations and my near friends have given me up, and those living in my house have put me out of their minds.
I am strange to my women-servants, and seem to them as one from another country.
At my cry my servant gives me no answer, and I have to make a prayer to him.
My breath is strange to my wife, and I am disgusting to the offspring of my mother's body.
Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
All the men of my circle keep away from me; and those dear to me are turned against me.
My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?
If only my words might be recorded! if they might be put in writing in a book!
And with an iron pen and lead be cut into the rock for ever!
But I am certain that he who will take up my cause is living, and that in time to come he will take his place on the dust;
And ... without my flesh I will see God;
Whom I will see on my side, and not as one strange to me. My heart is broken with desire.
If you say, How cruel we will be to him! because the root of sin is clearly in him:
Be in fear of the sword, for the sword is the punishment for such things, so that you may be certain that there is a judge.