When Job's three friends heard all these tragedies that happened to him, they each traveled from their home towns to visit him. Eliphaz came from Teman, Bildad came from Shuah, and Zophar came from Naamath. They met together and went to console and comfort him.

Let darkness and deep gloom reclaim it; let clouds settle down on it; let blackness in mid-day terrify it.

A spirit glided past me and made the hair on my skin to bristle.

They meet with darkness in broad daylight; at noonday they grope around as if it were night.

Filled with waters made cold by ice, they are where the snow goes to hide.

So what if I sin? What have I done against you, you observer of humankind? Why have you made me your target? Why burden yourself with me?

They pass by like a ship made of reeds, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Does it delight you to oppress or despise what you have made, while you smile at the plans of the wicked?

Do you have eyes made of flesh? Can you look at things as humans do?

""Please remember that you've made me like clay and you'll return me to dust.

Who among all of these doesn't know that the LORD's hand made them,

Your maxims are just worthless proverbs; your defensive arguments are made of clay."

You'll call and I'll answer you; you'll long for your creatures that your hands have made.

"Were you the first personto be born? Were you brought forth before the hills were made?

"He tore me apart when I was at ease; grabbing me by my neck, he shook me to pieces then he really made me his target.

"He has made me a byword among people; I'm being spit on in the face.

He is driven away from light to darkness, made to wander the landscape.

Indeed, these are the fringes of his ways, and how faint is the whisper we've heard of it! But who can comprehend the thunder of his might?"

"The living God has withheld justice from me; the Almighty has made my life bitter.

Those who were about to die blessed me, and I made widows sing for joy.

I broke the fangs of the wicked, and made him drop the prey."

I'm boiling mad inside, and I won't remain silent; the time for my affliction to confront me has arrived.

"I made a covenant with my eyes; how, then, can I focus my attention on a virgin?

The one who made me in the womb made them, too, didn't he? Didn't the same one prepare each of us in the womb?"

People in my household have said, "We cannot find anyone who has not been satisfied with his meat,' haven't they?

since I don't know the first thing about how to flatter; and the one who made me would sweep me away as if I were nothing."

Who entrusted the earth to him? Who made him responsible for the entire inhabited world?

Can you spread out the skies like he does; can you cast them as one might a mirror?

when I made clouds to be its clothes and thick darkness its swaddling blanket,

but she forgets that a foot might crush them or any wild animal might trample them.

dispensed the fury of your anger, made sure that you have humbled every proud person,

"Please observe Behemoth, which I made along with you. He eats grass like an ox.

"His neck is so powerful that all who meet him are terrified.