“Your hands have shaped me and made me, but now you destroy me completely.

Hide them in the dust together, imprison them in the grave.

There the prisoners relax together; they do not hear the voice of the oppressor.

“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!

For he is not a human being like I am, that I might answer him, that we might come together in judgment.

Will it go down to the barred gates of death? Will we descend together into the dust?”

Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover over them both.

They turn the needy from the pathway, and the poor of the land hide themselves together.

“If my land cried out against me and all its furrows wept together,

all flesh would perish together and human beings would return to dust.

when the morning stars sang in chorus, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

People have opened their mouths against me, they have struck my cheek in scorn; they unite together against me.

His troops advance together; they throw up a siege ramp against me, and they camp around my tent.

For all of them, the morning is to them like deep darkness; they are friends with the terrors of darkness.

But if God is quiet, who can condemn him? If he hides his face, then who can see him? Yet he is over the individual and the nation alike,

When Job’s three friends heard about all this calamity that had happened to him, each of them came from his own country – Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. They met together to come to show sympathy for him and to console him.