Thematic Bible
Thematic Bible
Job » Faith strained but victorious
JOB REPLIED: How long will you torment me and depress me with words? You have insulted me ten times now. You are not even ashamed of hurting me. read more.
Even if it were true that I made a mistake without realizing it, my mistake would affect only me. If you are trying to make yourselves look better than me by using my disgrace as an argument against me, then I want you to know that God has wronged me and surrounded me with his net. Yes I cry for Help! I am being attacked! But I get no response. I call for help, but there is no justice. God has blocked my path so that I cannot go on. He has made my path dark. He stripped me of my honor. He took the crown off my head. He beats me down on every side until I am gone. He uproots my hope like a tree. He is very angry with me. He considers me his enemy. His troops assemble against me. They build a ramp to attack me. They camp around my tent. My brothers stay far away from me. My friends are complete strangers to me. My relatives and my closest friends have stopped coming. My houseguests have forgotten me. My female slaves consider me to be a stranger. I am like a foreigner to them. I call my slave, but he does not answer, even when I beg him. I am repulsive to my wife and my children think I stink. Even young children despise me. If I stand up, they make fun of me. All my closest friends are disgusted with me. Those I love have turned against me. My bones cling to my skin. I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth (with almost nothing). Have pity on me, my friends! Have pity on me because God's hand has struck me down. Why do you pursue me as God does? Why are you never satisfied with my flesh? I wish now my words were written. I wish they were inscribed on a scroll. I wish they were engraved forever on a rock with an iron stylus and lead. I know that my redeemer lives, and in later days he will take his stand on the earth. Even after my skin is gone and this body destroyed, I will see God in my own flesh. I will see him with my own eyes, not with someone else's. My heart fails inside me!
Even if it were true that I made a mistake without realizing it, my mistake would affect only me. If you are trying to make yourselves look better than me by using my disgrace as an argument against me, then I want you to know that God has wronged me and surrounded me with his net. Yes I cry for Help! I am being attacked! But I get no response. I call for help, but there is no justice. God has blocked my path so that I cannot go on. He has made my path dark. He stripped me of my honor. He took the crown off my head. He beats me down on every side until I am gone. He uproots my hope like a tree. He is very angry with me. He considers me his enemy. His troops assemble against me. They build a ramp to attack me. They camp around my tent. My brothers stay far away from me. My friends are complete strangers to me. My relatives and my closest friends have stopped coming. My houseguests have forgotten me. My female slaves consider me to be a stranger. I am like a foreigner to them. I call my slave, but he does not answer, even when I beg him. I am repulsive to my wife and my children think I stink. Even young children despise me. If I stand up, they make fun of me. All my closest friends are disgusted with me. Those I love have turned against me. My bones cling to my skin. I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth (with almost nothing). Have pity on me, my friends! Have pity on me because God's hand has struck me down. Why do you pursue me as God does? Why are you never satisfied with my flesh? I wish now my words were written. I wish they were inscribed on a scroll. I wish they were engraved forever on a rock with an iron stylus and lead. I know that my redeemer lives, and in later days he will take his stand on the earth. Even after my skin is gone and this body destroyed, I will see God in my own flesh. I will see him with my own eyes, not with someone else's. My heart fails inside me!
Persecution » Instances of » Of job
Men younger than I am make fun of me now! Their fathers have always been so worthless that I would not let them help dogs guard sheep. They were a bunch of worn-out men, too weak to do any work for me. Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night. read more.
They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food. They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves. They have to live in dry riverbeds (the clefts of the valleys) (wadis), in holes in the ground, and among rocks. They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes. Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips. Now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them. Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.
They pick mallow (salt herb) from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food. They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves. They have to live in dry riverbeds (the clefts of the valleys) (wadis), in holes in the ground, and among rocks. They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes. Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips. Now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them. Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.
You are smearing me with lies. As doctors you are worthless, all of you! If only you would be altogether silent! For you, that would be wisdom. Hear my argument. Listen to the plea of my lips. read more.
Will you speak wickedly on God's behalf? Will you speak deceitfully for him? Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God? Would it turn out well if he examined you? Could you deceive him as you might deceive men? He would rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality. Would not his excellence terrify you? Would not the dread of him fall on you? Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay. Keep silent and let me speak! Then let come to me what may.
Will you speak wickedly on God's behalf? Will you speak deceitfully for him? Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God? Would it turn out well if he examined you? Could you deceive him as you might deceive men? He would rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality. Would not his excellence terrify you? Would not the dread of him fall on you? Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay. Keep silent and let me speak! Then let come to me what may.
JOB ANSWERED: I have heard many such things. You are all miserable comforters! Is there no limit to windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer? read more.
I too could speak like you, if I were in your place. I could compose words against you. And I would shake my head at you.
I too could speak like you, if I were in your place. I could compose words against you. And I would shake my head at you.
Mockers surrounded me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
Verse Concepts
JOB REPLIED: How long will you torment me and depress me with words? You have insulted me ten times now. You are not even ashamed of hurting me. read more.
Even if it were true that I made a mistake without realizing it, my mistake would affect only me. If you are trying to make yourselves look better than me by using my disgrace as an argument against me,
Even if it were true that I made a mistake without realizing it, my mistake would affect only me. If you are trying to make yourselves look better than me by using my disgrace as an argument against me,