book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.


text: Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?


text: Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?


text: For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.


text: He that speaketh flattery to his friends, even the eyes of his children shall fail.


text: He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.


text: Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members are as a shadow.


text: Upright men shall be astonied at this, and the innocent shall stir up himself against the hypocrite.


text: The righteous also shall hold on his way, and he that hath clean hands shall be stronger and stronger.


text: But as for you all, do ye return, and come now: for I cannot find one wise man among you.


text: My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.


text: They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.


text: If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.


text: I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.


text: And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?


text: They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.