1Call out, Job. See if anyone answers. Is there any angel to whom you can turn?2To worry yourself to death with resentment would be a foolish, senseless thing to do.3I have seen fools who looked secure, but I called down a sudden curse on their homes.4Their children can never find safety; no one stands up to defend them in court.5Hungry people will eat the fool's crops - even the grain growing among thorns - and thirsty people will envy his wealth.6Evil does not grow in the soil, nor does trouble grow out of the ground.7No indeed! We bring trouble on ourselves, as surely as sparks fly up from a fire. 8If I were you, I would turn to God and present my case to him.9We cannot understand the great things he does, and to his miracles there is no end.10He sends rain on the land and he waters the fields.11Yes, it is God who raises the humble and gives joy to all who mourn.12He upsets the plans of cunning people, and traps the wise in their own schemes, so that nothing they do succeeds;14even at noon they grope in darkness.15But God saves the poor from death; he saves the needy from oppression.16He gives hope to the poor and silences the wicked.17Happy is the person whom God corrects! Do not resent it when he rebukes you.18God bandages the wounds he makes; his hand hurts you, and his hand heals.19Time after time he will save you from harm;20when famine comes, he will keep you alive, and in war protect you from death.21God will rescue you from slander; he will save you when destruction comes.22You will laugh at violence and hunger and not be afraid of wild animals.23The fields you plow will be free of rocks; wild animals will never attack you.24Then you will live at peace in your tent; when you look at your sheep, you will find them safe.25You will have as many children as there are blades of grass in a pasture.26Like wheat that ripens till harvest time, you will live to a ripe old age.27Job, we have learned this by long study. It is true, so now accept it.
1If my troubles and griefs2were weighed on scales,3they would weigh more than the sands of the sea, so my wild words should not surprise you.4Almighty God has shot me with arrows, and their poison spreads through my body. God has lined up his terrors against me.5A donkey is content when eating grass, and a cow is quiet when eating hay.6But who can eat flat, unsalted food? What taste is there in the white of an egg?7I have no appetite for food like that, and everything I eat makes me sick. 8Why won't God give me what I ask? Why won't he answer my prayer?9If only he would go ahead and kill me!10If I knew he would, I would leap for joy, no matter how great my pain. I know that God is holy; I have never opposed what he commands.11What strength do I have to keep on living? Why go on living when I have no hope?12Am I made of stone? Is my body bronze?13I have no strength left to save myself; there is nowhere I can turn for help.14In trouble like this I need loyal friends - whether I've forsaken God or not.15But you, my friends, you deceive me like streams that go dry when no rain comes.16The streams are choked with snow and ice,17but in the heat they disappear, and the stream beds lie bare and dry.18Caravans get lost looking for water; they wander and die in the desert.19Caravans from Sheba and Tema search,20but their hope dies beside dry streams.21You are like those streams to me, you see my fate and draw back in fear.22Have I asked you to give me a gift or to bribe someone on my behalf23or to save me from some enemy or tyrant?24All right, teach me; tell me my faults. I will be quiet and listen to you.25Honest words are convincing, but you are talking nonsense.26You think I am talking nothing but wind; then why do you answer my words of despair?27You would even roll dice for orphan slaves and make yourselves rich off your closest friends!28Look me in the face. I won't lie.29You have gone far enough. Stop being unjust. Don't condemn me. I'm in the right.30But you think I am lying - you think I can't tell right from wrong.
1Human life is like forced army service, like a life of hard manual labor,2like a slave longing for cool shade; like a worker waiting to be paid.3Month after month I have nothing to live for; night after night brings me grief.4When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag; I toss all night and long for dawn.5My body is full of worms; it is covered with scabs; pus runs out of my sores.6My days pass by without hope, pass faster than a weaver's shuttle. 7Remember, O God, my life is only a breath; my happiness has already ended.8You see me now, but never again. If you look for me, I'll be gone.9Like a cloud that fades and is gone, we humans die and never return; we are forgotten by all who knew us.11No! I can't be quiet! I am angry and bitter. I have to speak.12Why do you keep me under guard? Do you think I am a sea monster? 13I lie down and try to rest; I look for relief from my pain.14But you - you terrify me with dreams; you send me visions and nightmares15until I would rather be strangled than live in this miserable body.16I give up; I am tired of living. Leave me alone. My life makes no sense.17Why are people so important to you? Why pay attention to what they do?18You inspect them every morning and test them every minute.19Won't you look away long enough for me to swallow my spit?20Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer? Why use me for your target practice? Am I so great a burden to you?21Can't you ever forgive my sin? Can't you pardon the wrong I do? Soon I will be in my grave, and I'll be gone when you look for me.