2How long are you men going to insult me?
Are you trying to crush me?
3I've been keeping track.
You've come at me 10 times,
Each time with a shameless attack.
4Even if it's true that I sinned,
It's none of your business.
Job: It’s all God’s fault
5In case you're trying to puff yourself up at my expenseAnd argue that my humiliation is an admission of guilt,
6You should know that God is behind all of this.
If I'm caught in a net, it's God's net.
7If I scream, “I’m being attacked,”
No one speaks.
If I cry for help,
No one comes.
8He surrounded and trapped me.
He cut off my escape routes,
And left me in the dark.
I can’t see my way out.
9He robs me of my family, [1]
And destroys my reputation.
10He kept hitting from all directions.
He didn’t stop until he ruined everything about me.
He destroyed my hope
Like you’d tear a tree out by the roots.
11He focused his anger on me,
And targeted me as his enemy.
12He called up his army against me.
They surrounded me
And set up camp near my home.
Job’s family: a No Show
13What’s left of my familyWants nothing to do with me.
They’re strangers to me.
14They aren’t there for me anymore.
They failed me and forgot me.
15Even my slave girls give me elbow room.
When I call them, they don’t hear me.
16My personal servant won’t come, either.
I could beg him, but it won’t help.
17My wife hates the sound of my voice.
And the rest of my family
Hates the rest of me.
18Even the kids have picked up on the hate.
When I get up in the morning
They disobey and disrespect me
19My closest friends ghost me.
People I’ve loved like family
Now treat me like the rest of my family.
The skin of Job’s teeth
20I’m a skinny bone bag,Hanging onto life by the skin of my teeth.
21If you’re friends, show some pity.
Have pity on me.
What happened to me is God’s doing.
22Why do you keep coming after me
Just like God has been doing?
How much more of my flesh do you want?
23I wish someone would put my words in a book.
Quote me. Get it in writing.
24Or chisel them into a rock
And dye the letters with red lead.
25I know my rescuer [2] lives.
He’ll rise up one day
And defend me here on earth.
26Even after this disease destroys my skin [3]
I want to see God.
27I want to see God in person,
With my own eyes,
And not as a stranger.
I want this so much.
The desire for God is consuming me.
Watch out for sharp objects
28You argue over how you’re going to argue with me.You say I’m to blame for the tragedies in my life.
29Be careful of people with sharp objects, like swords.
You deserve a sword for the anger you’re showing me. [4]
Remember this: We’re held accountable for our words. [5]


