Job's Final Defense Continued
1 "But now those who are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs. 2 Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished? 3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation. 4 They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food. 5 They are driven out from the midst of men. They cry after them as after a thief; 6 So that they dwell in frightful valleys, and in holes of the earth and of the rocks. 7 Among the bushes they bray; and under the nettles they are gathered together. 8 They are children of fools, yes, children of base men. They were flogged out of the land.
9 "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them. 10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don't hesitate to spit in my face. 11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me. 12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction. 13 They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help. 14 As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in. 15 Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
16 "Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me. 17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest. 18 By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat. 19 He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me. 21 You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me. 22 You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it. You dissolve me in the storm. 23 For I know that you will bring me to death, To the house appointed for all living.
24 "However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help? 25 Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy? 26 When I looked for good, then evil came; When I waited for light, there came darkness. 27 My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me. 28 I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help. 29 I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches. 30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat. 31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
1 "I made a covenant with my eyes, how then should I look lustfully at a young woman? 2 For what is the portion from God above, and the heritage from the Almighty on high? 3 Is it not calamity to the unrighteous, and disaster to the workers of iniquity? 4 Doesn't he see my ways, and number all my steps?
7 if my step has turned out of the way, if my heart walked after my eyes, if any defilement has stuck to my hands, 8 then let me sow, and let another eat. Yes, let the produce of my field be rooted out.
9 "If my heart has been enticed to a woman, and I have laid wait at my neighbor's door, 10 then let my wife grind for another, and let others sleep with her. 11 For that would be a heinous crime. Yes, it would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges: 12 For it is a fire that consumes to destruction, and would root out all my increase.
13 "If I have despised the cause of my male servant or of my female servant, when they contended with me; 14 What then shall I do when God rises up? When he visits, what shall I answer him? 15 Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
16 "If I have withheld the poor from their desire, or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail, 17 or have eaten my morsel alone, and the fatherless has not eaten of it 18 (no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her have I guided from my mother's womb); 19 if I have seen any perish for want of clothing, or that the needy had no covering; 20 if his heart hasn't blessed me, if he hasn't been warmed with my sheep's fleece; 21 if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, because I saw my help in the gate, 22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone. 23 For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.
24 "If I have made gold my hope, and have said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;' 25 If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, and because my hand had gotten much; 26 if I have seen the sun when it shined, or the moon moving in splendor, 27 and my heart has been secretly enticed, and my hand threw a kiss from my mouth, 28 this also would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges; for I should have denied the God who is above.
29 "If I have rejoiced at the destruction of him who hated me, or lifted up myself when evil found him; 30 (yes, I have not allowed my mouth to sin by asking his life with a curse); 31 if the men of my tent have not said, 'Who can find one who has not been filled with his meat?' 32 (the foreigner has not lodged in the street, but I have opened my doors to the traveler); 33 if like Adam I have covered my transgressions, by hiding my iniquity in my heart, 34 because I feared the great multitude, and the contempt of families terrified me, so that I kept silence, and didn't go out of the door --
35 oh that I had one to hear me! (behold, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); let the accuser write my indictment! 36 Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; and I would bind it to me as a crown. 37 I would declare to him the number of my steps. as a prince would I go near to him.
38 If my land cries out against me, and its furrows weep together; 39 if I have eaten its fruits without money, or have caused its owners to lose their life, 40 let briars grow instead of wheat, and stinkweed instead of barley." The words of Job are ended.