Job 27

 1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,

 2 As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul;

 3 All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils;

 4 My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit.

 5 God forbid that I should justify you: till I die I will not remove mine integrity from me.

 6 My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.

 7 Let mine enemy be as the wicked, and he that riseth up against me as the unrighteous.

 8 For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

 9 Will God hear his cry when trouble cometh upon him?

 10 Will he delight himself in the Almighty? will he always call upon God?

 11 I will teach you by the hand of God: that which is with the Almighty will I not conceal.

 12 Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; why then are ye thus altogether vain?

 13 This is the portion of a wicked man with God, and the heritage of oppressors, which they shall receive of the Almighty.

 14 If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.

 15 Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep.

 16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;

 17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.

Be a prepper all you want, but unless you are also spiritually prepared, you're still going to be screwed.

 18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.

 19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not.

 20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.

 21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.

 22 For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.

 23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.

Job 25

 1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,

 2 Dominion and fear are with him, he maketh peace in his high places.

 3 Is there any number of his armies? and upon whom doth not his light arise?

 4 How then can man be justified with God? or how can he be clean that is born of a woman?

 5 Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight.

 6 How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?

Pretty much sums up how I feel sometimes.

Job 14

 1 Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

 2 He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

 3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?

 4 Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

 5 Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

 6 Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

 7 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

 8 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;

 9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.

 10 But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

 11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up:

Will men be raised from the dead? Isaiah 25:8; Ezekiel 37:12

 12 So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

 13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

 14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

 15 Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.

 16 For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?

 17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

 18 And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.

 19 The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.

 20 Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

 21 His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

 22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

Job 19

 1 Then Job answered and said,

 2 How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

 3 These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.

 4 And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.

 5 If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:

 6 Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.

 7 Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

 8 He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

 9 He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

 10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

 11 He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.

 12 His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.

 13 He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.

 14 My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.

 15 They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.

 16 I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I entreated him with my mouth.

 17 My breath is strange to my wife, though I entreated for the children’s sake of mine own body.

 18 Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.

 19 All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.

 20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

 21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

 22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

 23 Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!

 24 That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!

 25 For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:

 26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

 27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.

Even though we will die and out bodies will decay, they will be perfected and restored to us in the resurrection and we will meet our Lord. Job's testimony was so important to him because he needed hope of the resurrection to carry him though all of his mortal suffering.

 28 But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?

 29 Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.

Job 18

1 Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said,

 2 How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.

How come Job didn't get help form the compassionate service committee instead of from these jerks?

 3 Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight?

 4 He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?

 5 Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.

 6 The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him.

 7 The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down.

 8 For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare.

 9 The gin shall take him by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against him.

 10 The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

 11 Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

 12 His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.

 13 It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

 14 His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

 15 It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

 16 His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off.

 17 His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.

 18 He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

 19 He shall neither have son nor nephew among his people, nor any remaining in his dwellings.

 20 They that come after him shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted.

 21 Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

Job 6

 1 But Job answered and said,

 2 Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!

 3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

 4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

 5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?

 6 Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

 7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.

 8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

 9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

I pray for this all the time. I feel ya, Job.

 10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

 11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

 12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?

 13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?

 14 To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.

 15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away;

 16 Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid:

 17 What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.

 18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.

 19 The troops of Tema looked, the companies of Sheba waited for them.

 20 They were confounded because they had hoped; they came thither, and were ashamed.

 21 For now ye are nothing; ye see my casting down, and are afraid.

 22 Did I say, Bring unto me? or, Give a reward for me of your substance?

 23 Or, Deliver me from the enemy’s hand? or, Redeem me from the hand of the mighty?

 24 Teach me, and I will hold my tongue: and cause me to understand wherein I have erred.

 25 How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?

 26 Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?

 27 Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.

 28 Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.

 29 Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.

 30 Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?