Wednesday, August 26

Job's reply


This post is a personal one. I certainly can't claim to be as righteous as Job. But since my bank account is currently at -$73, facing homelessness and I have broken out in all kinds of sores and boils, I can really relate to Job. I can't find a job but I can always look up Job. I AM NOT BEING NEGATIVE, ONLY REALISTIC!!


Job 16:1 - 17:16
1 Then Job replied: 2 "I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all!
3 Will your long-winded speeches never end? What ails you that you keep on arguing?
4 I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could make fine speeches against you and shake my head at you. 5 But my mouth would encourage you; comfort from my lips would bring you relief. 6 "Yet if I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, it does not go away.
7 Surely, O God, you have worn me out; you have devastated my entire household.
8 You have bound me—and it has become a witness; my gauntness rises up and testifies against me. 9 God assails me and tears me in his anger and gnashes his teeth at me; my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.
10 Men open their mouths to jeer at me; they strike my cheek in scorn and unite together against me.
11 God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
12 All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target; 13 his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground. 14 Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, deep shadows ring my eyes;
17 yet my hands have been free of violence and my prayer is pure.
18 "O earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry never be laid to rest!
19 Even now my witness is in heaven; my advocate is on high.
20 My intercessor is my friend [a] as my eyes pour out tears to God;
21 on behalf of a man he pleads with God as a man pleads for his friend.

22 "Only a few years will pass before I go on the journey of no return.
17:1 My spirit is broken, my days are cut short, the grave awaits me.
2 Surely mockers surround me; my eyes must dwell on their hostility.
3 "Give me, O God, the pledge you demand. Who else will put up security for me?
4 You have closed their minds to understanding; therefore you will not let them triumph.
5 If a man denounces his friends for reward, the eyes of his children will fail.
6 "God has made me a byword to everyone, a man in whose face people spit.
7 My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
8 Upright men are appalled at this; the innocent are aroused against the ungodly.
9 Nevertheless, the righteous will hold to their ways, and those with clean hands will grow stronger.
10 "But come on, all of you, try again! I will not find a wise man among you.
11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered, and so are the desires of my heart.
12 These men turn night into day; in the face of darkness they say, 'Light is near.'
13 If the only home I hope for is the grave, [a] if I spread out my bed in darkness,
14 if I say to corruption, 'You are my father,' and to the worm, 'My mother' or 'My sister,'
15 where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
16 Will it go down to the gates of death [b] ? Will we descend together into the dust?"



I promise my next post will be more upbeat, but I needed to vent a little despair and depression.

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