|Job Feels Insulted|
1Then Job responded,
2How long will you torment me
And crush me with words?
3These ten times you have insulted me;
You are not ashamed to wrong me.
4Even if I have truly erred,
My error lodges with me.
5If indeed you vaunt yourselves against me
And prove my disgrace to me,
6Know then that God has wronged me
And has closed His net around me.
Everything Is against Him
7Behold, I cry, Violence! but I get no answer;
I shout for help, but there is no justice.
8He has walled up my way so that I cannot pass,
And He has put darkness on my paths.
9He has stripped my honor from me
And removed the crown from my head.
10He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone;
And He has uprooted my hope like a tree.
11He has also kindled His anger against me
And considered me as His enemy.
12His troops come together,
And build up their way against me
And camp around my tent.
13He has removed my brothers far from me,
And my acquaintances are completely estranged from me.
14My relatives have failed,
And my intimate friends have forgotten me.
15Those who live in my house and my maids consider me a stranger.
I am a foreigner in their sight.
16I call to my servant, but he does not answer;
I have to implore him with my mouth.
17My breath is offensive to my wife,
And I am loathsome to my own brothers.
18Even young children despise me;
I rise up and they speak against me.
19All my associates abhor me,
And those I love have turned against me.
20My bone clings to my skin and my flesh,
And I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
21Pity me, pity me, O you my friends,
For the hand of God has struck me.
22Why do you persecute me as God does,
And are not satisfied with my flesh?
Job Says, My Redeemer Lives
23Oh that my words were written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24That with an iron stylus and lead
They were engraved in the rock forever!
25As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives,
And at the last He will take His stand on the earth.
26Even after my skin is destroyed,
Yet from my flesh I shall see God;
27Whom I myself shall behold,
And whom my eyes will see and not another.
My heart faints within me!
28If you say, How shall we persecute him?
And What pretext for a case against him can we find?
29Then be afraid of the sword for yourselves,
For wrath brings the punishment of the sword,
So that you may know there is judgment.
NASB © 1995 by The Lockman Foundation
1. Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty,
6. shows there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty
21. He craves pity
23. He believes the resurrection