Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



But now those who are younger than I make sport of me; those whose fathers I would not have put with the dogs of my flocks. Of what use is the strength of their hands to me? all force is gone from them. They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land. read more.
They are pulling off the salt leaves from the brushwood, and making a meal of roots. They are sent out from among their townsmen, men are crying after them as thieves They have to get a resting-place in the hollows of the valleys, in holes of the earth and rocks. They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns. They are sons of shame, and of men without a name, who have been forced out of the land. And now I have become their song, and I am a word of shame to them. I am disgusting to them; they keep away from me, and put marks of shame on me.

But you put a false face on things; all your attempts to put things right are of no value. If only you would keep quiet, it would be a sign of wisdom! Give ear to the argument of my mouth, and take note of the words of my lips. read more.
Will you say in God's name what is not right, and put false words into his mouth? Will you have respect for God's person in this cause, and put yourselves forward as his supporters? Will it be good for you to be searched out by him, or have you the thought that he may be guided into error like a man? He will certainly put you right, if you have respect for persons in secret. Will not his glory put you in fear, so that your hearts will be overcome before him? Your wise sayings are only dust, and your strong places are only earth. Keep quiet, and let me say what is in my mind, whatever may come to me.

And Job made answer and said, Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble. May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them? read more.
It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:

Truly, those who make sport of me are round about me, and my eyes become dark because of their bitter laughing.

And Job made answer and said, How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words? Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong. read more.
And, truly, if I have been in error, the effect of my error is only on myself. If you make yourselves great against me, using my punishment as an argument against me,