He shall lean on his house, but it shall not stand. He shall cling to it, but it shall not endure.

But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.

They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don't hesitate to spit in my face.

I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

Shall I wait, because they don't speak, because they stand still, and answer no more?

If you can, answer me. Set your words in order before me, and stand forth.

"Listen to this, Job. Stand still, and consider the wondrous works of God.

He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?