1Finally Job broke the silence and cursed the day on which he had been born. 2O God, put a curse on the day I was born; put a curse on the night when I was conceived!4Turn that day into darkness, God. Never again remember that day; never again let light shine on it.5Make it a day of gloom and thick darkness; cover it with clouds, and blot out the sun.6Blot that night out of the year, and never let it be counted again;7make it a barren, joyless night.8Tell the sorcerers to curse that day, those who know how to control Leviathan. 9Keep the morning star from shining; give that night no hope of dawn.10Curse that night for letting me be born, for exposing me to trouble and grief.11I wish I had died in my mother's womb or died the moment I was born.12Why did my mother hold me on her knees? Why did she feed me at her breast?13If I had died then, I would be at rest now,14sleeping like the kings and rulers who rebuilt ancient palaces.15Then I would be sleeping like princes who filled their houses with gold and silver,16or sleeping like a stillborn child.17In the grave wicked people stop their evil, and tired workers find rest at last.18Even prisoners enjoy peace, free from shouts and harsh commands.19Everyone is there, the famous and the unknown, and slaves at last are free.20Why let people go on living in misery? Why give light to those in grief?21They wait for death, but it never comes; they prefer a grave to any treasure.22They are not happy till they are dead and buried;23God keeps their future hidden and hems them in on every side.24Instead of eating, I mourn, and I can never stop groaning.25Everything I fear and dread comes true.26I have no peace, no rest, and my troubles never end.
1Job, will you be annoyed if I speak?2I can't keep quiet any longer.3You have taught many people and given strength to feeble hands.4When someone stumbled, weak and tired, your words encouraged him to stand.5Now it's your turn to be in trouble, and you are too stunned to face it.6You worshiped God, and your life was blameless; and so you should have confidence and hope.7Think back now. Name a single case where someone righteous met with disaster.8I have seen people plow fields of evil and plant wickedness like seed; now they harvest wickedness and evil.9Like a storm, God destroys them in his anger.10The wicked roar and growl like lions, but God silences them and breaks their teeth.11Like lions with nothing to kill and eat, they die, and all their children are scattered.12Once a message came quietly, so quietly I could hardly hear it.13Like a nightmare it disturbed my sleep. 14I trembled and shuddered; my whole body shook with fear.15A light breeze touched my face, and my skin crawled with fright.16I could see something standing there; I stared, but couldn't tell what it was. Then I heard a voice out of the silence:17"Can anyone be righteous in the sight of God or be pure before his Creator?18God does not trust his heavenly servants; he finds fault even with his angels.19Do you think he will trust a creature of clay, a thing of dust that can be crushed like a moth?20We may be alive in the morning, but die unnoticed before evening comes.21All that we have is taken away; we die, still lacking wisdom."
44"Our ancestors had the Tent of God's presence with them in the desert. It had been made as God had told Moses to make it, according to the pattern that Moses had been shown. 45Later on, our ancestors who received the tent from their fathers carried it with them when they went with Joshua and took over the land from the nations that God drove out as they advanced. And it stayed there until the time of David. 46He won God's favor and asked God to allow him to provide a dwelling place for the God of Jacob. 47But it was Solomon who built him a house. 48"But the Most High God does not live in houses built by human hands; as the prophet says,49"Heaven is my throne, says the Lord, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house would you build for me? Where is the place for me to live in?50Did not I myself make all these things?'51"How stubborn you are!" Stephen went on to say. "How heathen your hearts, how deaf you are to God's message! You are just like your ancestors: you too have always resisted the Holy Spirit! 52Was there any prophet that your ancestors did not persecute? They killed God's messengers, who long ago announced the coming of his righteous Servant. And now you have betrayed and murdered him.53You are the ones who received God's law, that was handed down by angels - yet you have not obeyed it!"54As the members of the Council listened to Stephen, they became furious and ground their teeth at him in anger.55But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw God's glory and Jesus standing at the right side of God.56"Look!" he said. "I see heaven opened and the Son of Man standing at the right side of God!"57With a loud cry the Council members covered their ears with their hands. Then they all rushed at him at once,58threw him out of the city, and stoned him. The witnesses left their cloaks in the care of a young man named Saul.59They kept on stoning Stephen as he called out to the Lord, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit!"60He knelt down and cried out in a loud voice, "Lord! Do not remember this sin against them!" He said this and died.