But God drags off the mighty by his power; when God rises up against him, he has no faith in his life.

men who were carried off before their time, when the flood was poured out on their foundations?

And further, when you say that his anger does not punish, and that he does not know transgression!

Is it not fierce when it is awakened? Who is he, then, who can stand before it?

But when they gazed intently from a distance but did not recognize him, they began to weep loudly. Each of them tore his robes, and they threw dust into the air over their heads.

And you will know that your home will be secure, and when you inspect your domains, you will not be missing anything.

When he pulls it out and it comes out of his back, the gleaming point out of his liver, terrors come over him.

When the days of their feasting were finished, Job would send for them and sanctify them; he would get up early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job thought, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s customary practice.

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.

“Are you acquainted with the way the mountain goats give birth? Do you watch as the wild deer give birth to their young?

Do not long for the cover of night to drag people away from their homes.

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,

If I have rejoiced over the misfortune of my enemy or exulted because calamity found him –

But now, the sun cannot be looked at – it is bright in the skies – after a wind passed and swept the clouds away.

But he knows the pathway that I take; if he tested me, I would come forth like gold.

If a scourge brings sudden death, he mocks at the despair of the innocent.

If I say, “My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,”

If I smiled at them, they hardly believed it; and they did not cause the light of my face to darken.

But as soon as she springs up, she laughs at the horse and its rider.

For the years that lie ahead are few, and then I will go on the way of no return.