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Then they sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights, but no one spoke a word to him because they saw how intense his suffering was.

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth.

Both small and great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.

By the breath of God they perish, and by the blast of His anger they are consumed.

‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God, or a man more pure than his Maker?

If God puts no trust in His servants, and He charges His angels with error,

If God puts no trust in His servants, and He charges His angels with error,

I have seen a fool taking root, but suddenly his house was cursed.

His sons are far from safety, crushed in court without a defender.

The hungry consume his harvest, taking it even from the thorns, and the thirsty pant after his wealth.

The hungry consume his harvest, taking it even from the thorns, and the thirsty pant after his wealth.

For He wounds, but He also binds; He strikes, but His hands also heal.

…that God would be willing to crush me, to unleash His hand and cut me off!

A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?

Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.

He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.

He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.

His confidence is fragile; his security is in a spider’s web.

His confidence is fragile; his security is in a spider’s web.

He leans on his web, but it gives way; he holds fast, but it does not endure.

His roots wrap around the rock heap; he looks for a home among the stones.

If he is uprooted from his place, it will disown him, saying, ‘I never saw you.’

Surely this is the joy of his way; yet others will spring from the dust.

He moves mountains without their knowledge and overturns them in His anger.

God does not restrain His anger; the helpers of Rahab cower beneath Him.

Nor is there a mediator between us, to lay his hand upon us both.

Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.

Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.

But if only God would speak and open His lips against you,

The life of every living thing is in His hand, as well as the breath of all mankind.

Wisdom and strength belong to God; counsel and understanding are His.

True wisdom and power belong to Him. The deceived and the deceiver are His.

Would you show Him partiality or argue in His defense?

Would His majesty not terrify you? Would the dread of Him not fall upon you?

Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways to His face.

Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,

Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,

…look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.

But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?

You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.

If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.

He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”

“Does a wise man answer with empty counsel or fill his belly with the hot east wind?

If God puts no trust in His holy ones, if even the heavens are not pure in His eyes,

If God puts no trust in His holy ones, if even the heavens are not pure in His eyes,

A wicked man writhes in pain all his days; only a few years are reserved for the ruthless.

Sounds of terror fill his ears; in his prosperity the destroyer attacks him.

Sounds of terror fill his ears; in his prosperity the destroyer attacks him.

He despairs of his return from darkness; he is marked for the sword.

For he has stretched out his hand against God and has vaunted himself against the Almighty,

Though his face is covered with fat and his waistline bulges with flesh,

Though his face is covered with fat and his waistline bulges with flesh,

He will no longer be rich; his wealth will not endure. His possessions will not overspread the land.

He will no longer be rich; his wealth will not endure. His possessions will not overspread the land.

He will not escape from the darkness; the flame will wither his shoots, and the breath of God’s mouth will carry him away.

Let him not deceive himself with trust in emptiness, for emptiness will be his reward.

It will be paid in full before his time, and his branch will not flourish.

It will be paid in full before his time, and his branch will not flourish.

His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.

His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.

His anger has torn me and opposed me; He gnashes His teeth at me. My adversary pierces me with His eyes.

I was at ease, but He shattered me; He seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has set me up as His target;

His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground.

Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!

If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

If a man denounces his friends for a price, the eyes of his children will fail.

Yet a righteous one holds to his way, and the one with clean hands grows stronger.

Indeed, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; the flame of his fire does not glow.

The light in his tent grows dark, and the lamp beside him goes out.

His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.

His vigorous stride is shortened, and his own schemes trip him up.

For his own feet lead him into a net, and he wanders into its mesh.

A trap seizes his heel; a snare grips him.

A noose is hidden in the ground, and a trap lies in his path.

Terrors frighten him on every side and harass his every step.

His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.

His strength is depleted, and calamity is ready at his side.

It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.

It devours patches of his skin; the firstborn of death devours his limbs.

He is torn from the shelter of his tent and is marched off to the king of terrors.

Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.

Fire resides in his tent; burning sulfur rains down on his dwelling.

He has no offspring or posterity among his people, no survivor where he once lived.

Those in the west are appalled at his fate, while those in the east tremble in horror.

…then understand that it is God who has wronged me and drawn His net around me.

His anger burns against me, and He counts me among His enemies.

His anger burns against me, and He counts me among His enemies.

His troops advance together; they construct a ramp against me and encamp around my tent.

Though his arrogance reaches the heavens, and his head touches the clouds,

Though his arrogance reaches the heavens, and his head touches the clouds,

…he will perish forever, like his own dung; those who had seen him will ask, ‘Where is he?’

The eye that saw him will see him no more, and his place will no longer behold him.

His sons will seek the favor of the poor, for his own hands must return his wealth.

His sons will seek the favor of the poor, for his own hands must return his wealth.

His sons will seek the favor of the poor, for his own hands must return his wealth.

The youthful vigor that fills his bones will lie down with him in the dust.

Though evil is sweet in his mouth and he conceals it under his tongue,

Though evil is sweet in his mouth and he conceals it under his tongue,