0 SAB Job 16

Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die. 2:9

Trivia: What did Job's wife tell him to do to retain his integrity?



Job responds to Eliphaz

1 Then Job answered and said,

Job said to Eliphaz,

2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?

4 I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.

6 Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

Yeah, I've heard all of this before.

You guys are miserable comforters.

Will you keep talking forever?

If I were in your place, I'd be more sympathetic.

7 But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.

God has made me weary, and you are bad company.

8 And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

You've filled me with wrinkles.

9He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

10 They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.

God hates me. [1]

He tears me with his wrath, and gnashes me with his teeth.

11God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

God has delivered me to the ungodly. [2]

12 I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

He has taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces.

13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

He used me as target practice for his archers and poured my guts on the ground.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

He has trampled me like a giant.

15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.

19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!

22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

I sewed sackcloth on my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

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