“You speak as a foolish woman speaks,” he told her. “Should we accept only good from God and not adversity?” Throughout all this Job did not sin in what he said.

You will approach the grave in full vigor,
as a stack of sheaves is gathered in its season.

My brothers are as treacherous as a wadi,
as seasonal streams that overflow

As a cloud fades away and vanishes,
so the one who goes down to Sheol will never rise again.

His source of confidence is fragile;
what he trusts in is a spider’s web.

He is a well-watered plant in the sunshine;
his shoots spread out over his garden.

If it is a matter of strength, look, He is the Mighty One!
If it is a matter of justice, who can summon Him?

Do You have eyes of flesh,
or do You see as a human sees?

It is a land of blackness like the deepest darkness,
gloomy and chaotic,
where even the light is like the darkness.”

But a stupid man will gain understanding
as soon as a wild donkey is born a man!

I am a laughingstock to my friends,
by calling on God, who answers me.
The righteous and upright man is a laughingstock.

The one who is at ease holds calamity in contempt
and thinks it is prepared for those whose feet are slipping.

But as a mountain collapses and crumbles
and a rock is dislodged from its place,

Dreadful sounds fill his ears;
when he is at peace, a robber attacks him.

He wanders about for food, saying, “Where is it?”
He knows the day of darkness is at hand.

I wish that someone might arbitrate
between a man and God
just as a man pleads for his friend.

My house guests and female servants regard me as a stranger;
I am a foreigner in their sight.

I will see Him myself;
my eyes will look at Him, and not as a stranger.
My heart longs within me.

then be afraid of the sword,
because wrath brings punishment by the sword,
so that you may know there is a judgment.

When He is at work to the north, I cannot see Him;
when He turns south, I cannot find Him.

how much less man, who is a maggot,
and the son of man, who is a worm!

This is a wicked man’s lot from God,
the inheritance the ruthless receive from the Almighty.

Surely there is a mine for silver
and a place where gold is refined.

I directed their course and presided as chief.
I lived as a king among his troops,
like one who comforts those who mourn.

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For it is a fire that consumes down to Abaddon;
it would destroy my entire harvest.

But it is a spirit in man
and the breath of the Almighty
that give him understanding.

If there is an angel on his side,
one mediator out of a thousand,
to tell a person what is right for him

Look, God shows Himself exalted by His power.
Who is a teacher like Him?

can you help God spread out the skies
as hard as a cast metal mirror?

Will he make a covenant with you
so that you can take him as a slave forever?

His heart is as hard as a rock,
as hard as a lower millstone!