Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Anger of God » Cannot be resisted
You, even You, are to be feared [with the submissive wonder of reverence];
Who may stand in Your presence when once You are angry?
“God will not turn back His anger;
The [proud] helpers of Rahab [the arrogant monster of the sea] bow under Him.
“Oh, that You would hide me in Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead),
That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past,
That You would set a definite time and then remember me [and in Your lovingkindness imprint me on your heart]!
Who can stand before His indignation [His great wrath]?
And who can stand up and endure the fierceness of His anger?
His wrath is poured out like fire
And the rocks are destroyed by Him.
death » Desired » Job
I will give free expression to my complaint;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
“Oh, that You would hide me in Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead),
That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past,
That You would set a definite time and then remember me [and in Your lovingkindness imprint me on your heart]!
Oh, that I might have my request, and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! I even wish that it would please God to crush me, that He would let loose His hand and cut me off! Then would I still have consolation -- "yes, I would leap [for joy] amid unsparing pain [though I shrink from it] -- "that I have not concealed or denied the words of the Holy One! read more.
What strength have I left, that I should wait and hope? And what is ahead of me, that I should be patient?
What strength have I left, that I should wait and hope? And what is ahead of me, that I should be patient?
Is there not an [appointed] warfare and hard labor to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling? As a servant earnestly longs for the shade and the evening shadows, and as a hireling who looks for the reward of his work, So am I allotted months of futile [suffering], and [long] nights of misery are appointed to me.
So that I would choose strangling and death rather than these my bones. I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are a breath (futility).