God

Waters wear away the stones, and with inundation the ground by little and little is washed away: so in like manner thou shalt destroy man.

Thou hast strengthened him for a little while, that he may pass away for ever: thou shalt change his face, and shalt send him away.

As much as is in thee, thou hast made void fear, and hast taken away prayers from before God.

Hast thou heard God's counsel, and shall his wisdom be inferior to thee?

Is it a great matter that God should comfort thee? but thy wicked words hinder this.

Why doth thy spirit swell against God, to utter such words out of thy mouth?

Behold among his saints none is unchangeable, and the heavens are not pure in his sight.

For he hath stretched out his hand against God, and hath strengthened himself against the Almighty.

He hath run against him with his neck raised up, and is armed with a fat neck.

They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.

God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.

I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.

He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth,

For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.

My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.

Deliver me, O Lord, and set me beside thee, and let any man's hand fight against me.

Thou hast set their heart far from understanding, therefore they shall not be exalted.

These then are the tabernacles of the wicked, and this the place of him that knoweth not God.

At least now understand, that God hath not afflicted me with an equal judgment, and compassed me with his scourges.

He hath hedged in my path round about, and I cannot pass, and in my way he hath set darkness.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost, and he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.

His wrath is kindled against me, and he hath counted me as his enemy.

Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.

Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?

And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God.