God

The waters wear the stones; The overflowings thereof wash away the dust of the earth: So thou destroyest the hope of man.

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

Yea, thou doest away with fear, And hinderest devotion before God.

Hast thou heard the secret counsel of God? And dost thou limit wisdom to thyself?

Are the consolations of God too small for thee, Even the word that is gentle toward thee?

That against God thou turnest thy spirit, And lettest words go out of thy mouth?

Behold, he putteth no trust in his holy ones; Yea, the heavens are not clean in his sight:

Because he hath stretched out his hand against God, And behaveth himself proudly against the Almighty;

He runneth upon him with astiffneck, With the thick bosses of his bucklers;

God delivereth me to the ungodly, And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, and he brake me asunder; Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces: He hath also set me up for his mark.

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

He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor!

Give now a pledge, be surety for me with thyself; Who is there that will strike hands with me?

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

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous, And this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

Know now that God hath subverted me in my cause, And hath compassed me with his net.

He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.

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

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

And after my skin, eventhisbody, is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;