1My spirit is broken, my days extinguished, the grave, mine.2Surely mockers are with me, and my eye looks on their rebellion.3Take my guarantee. Who else is willing to make an agreement?4You've closed their mind to insight; therefore, you won't be exalted.5He denounces his friends for gain, and his children's eyes fail.6He makes me a popular proverb; I'm like spit in people's faces.7My eye is weak from grief; my limbs like a shadow—all of them.8Those who do the right thing are amazed at this; the guiltless become troubled about the godless.9The innocent clings to his way; the one whose hands are clean grows stronger.10But you can bring all of them again, and I won't find a wise one among you.11My days have passed; my goals are destroyed, my heart's desires.12They turn night into day; light is near because of the darkness.13If I hope for the underworld as my dwelling, lay out my bed in darkness,14I've called corruption "my father," the worm, "my mother and sister."15Where then is my hope? My hope—who can see it?16Will they go down with me to the underworld; will we descend together to the dust?
1Bildad from Shuah answered:2How long? Would you all stop talking. Try to understand and then we can speak.3Why are we considered beasts, ignorant in your sight?4To you who tear yourself in rage— will earth be forsaken for your sake, a rock be dislodged from its place?5To be sure, the light of the wicked goes out; the blaze of their fire doesn't shine.6The light in their tent becomes dark, and their lamp above doesn't shine.7Their strong strides slow down; their plans trip themselves.8They are caught by their feet in a net; they walk on mesh.9A trap grabs them by the heel; a snare tightens on them.10A rope is hidden on the ground for them; a trap for them along the path.11Terrors round about scare them; they follow their steps.12Their offspring hunger; calamity is ready for their spouses.13It eats some of their skin. Death's firstborn consumes their limbs.14They are snatched from the safety of their tent; it parades them before the king of terrors.15Nothing they own remains in their tent; sulfur is scattered over their home.16Their roots dry out below; their branches wither above.17The memory of them will perish from the earth; they will achieve no recognition abroad.18They are thrust from light into darkness, banished from the world.19They have no offspring or descendants among their people, no survivor in their dwelling place.20Their successors are appalled at what happens to them; their predecessors pull their hair.21These are surely the dwelling places of the evil; this is the place of the one who doesn't know God.
1Then Job responded:2How long will you harass me and crush me with words?3These ten times you've humiliated me; shamelessly you insult me.4Have I really gone astray? If so, my error remains hidden inside me.5If you look down on me and use my disgrace to criticize me,6know then that God has wronged me and enclosed his net over me.7If I cry "Violence!" I'm not answered; I shout—but there is no justice.8He walled up my path so I can't pass and put darkness on my trail,9stripped my honor from me, removed the crown from my head,10tore me down completely so that I'll die, and uprooted my hope like a tree.11His anger burns against me; he considers me his enemy.12His troops come as one and construct their siege ramp against me; they camp around my tent.13He has distanced my family from me; my acquaintances are also alienated from me. those who know me have forgotten me. I'm a foreigner in their sight.14My visitors have ceased;15My guests and female servants think me a stranger;16I call my servant, and he doesn't answer; I myself must beg him.17My breath stinks to my wife; I am odious to my children.18Even the young despise me; I get up, and they rail against me.19All my closest friends despise me; the ones I have loved turn against me.20My bones cling to my skin and flesh; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.21Pity me. Pity me. You're my friends. God's hand has truly struck me.22Why do you pursue me like God does, always hungry for my flesh?23Oh, that my words were written down, inscribed on a scroll24with an iron instrument and lead, forever engraved on stone.25But I know that my redeemer is alive and afterward he'll rise upon the dust.26After my skin has been torn apart this way— then from my flesh I'll see God,27whom I'll see myself— my eyes see, and not a stranger's. I am utterly dejected.28You say, "How will we pursue him so that the root of the matter can be found in him?"29You ought to fear the sword yourselves, for wrath brings punishment by the sword. You should know that there is judgment.
1Zophar from Naamah said:2Therefore, my troubled thoughts make me turn back— because of my inner turmoil.3I hear teaching that insults me, but I am forced to answer based on my own understanding.4Do you know this from long ago— from when humans were placed on earth—5that the rejoicing of the wicked is short, the joy of the godless, brief?6Though their height reaches heaven and their heads touch the clouds,7they will perish forever like their dung; those who saw them will say, "Where are they?"8They will disappear like a dream, and none will find them, carried away like a nighttime vision.9The eye that saw them will do so no more; they won't be seen again at home.10Their children will repay the poor; their hands will give back their wealth.11Vigor filled their bones and now sleeps with them in the dust.12Though wickedness is sweet in their mouths, they hide it under their tongues;13they like it, won't let it go; they hold it in their cheeks.14Food turns their stomachs, becoming a cobra's poison inside.15They swallow wealth and vomit it; God dislodges it from their belly.16They suck cobra's poison; a viper's tongue kills them.17They won't experience streams, rivers of honey, and brooks of cream.18They won't receive the reward for their labor; they won't enjoy the wealth from their business.19They crushed and abandoned the poor; stole a house they didn't build;20didn't know contentment in their belly; couldn't escape with their treasure.21Nothing remained of their food, so their riches will not endure.22Even in their plenty, they are hard-pressed; all sorts of trouble come on them.23Let God fill their belly, unleash his burning anger on them, rain punishing blows on them.24If they flee an iron weapon, a bronze bow pierces them.25They pull it out, but it sticks out from their backs; its shaft in their liver brings terror.26Complete darkness waits for their treasured possessions; fire that no one stoked consumes them; what's left in their tent is ruined.27Heaven exposes their guilt; earth opposes them.28Their household wealth will be carried off by rushing streams on the day of his anger.29This is a wicked person's lot from God, their heritage decreed by God.