Job 23
Job's Eighth Speech: A Response to Eliphaz
or
Where is God?
based on Job 23
if I knew where to find God, I would go there
Job 23:3
Job 23:3
Then Job spoke again:
Even now, I complain, yet I know it's in vain;
his hand's heavy — I can't help but groan.
If I found him somehow I would travel there now
and I'd fall on my face at his throne.
I would lay out my case if we met, face to face;
state my arguments, one at a time.
I could hear his reply — the exact reasons why
I had ever been charged with a crime.
Would he vigorously be contentious with me?
I believe he would bear me no grudge.
With him, righteous men could have their case understood;
I'd be pardoned, at last, from my judge.
Though I've searched everywhere in the east — he's not there.
In the west, I have not seen a trace.
Though he works in the north, he has never come forth;
in the south, I have not seen his face.
To my comfort, he knows every turn my path goes;
I'll be tested and come out as gold.
In his footprints, I've stepped; and his ways have been kept.
I have not turned aside on this road.
Not a thing can eclipse the commands from his lips,
and I treasure his words more than meals.
Once his mind has been set who can make him forget?
For he does whatsoever he feels.
He's performing in me what he wants me to be,
and he's planning more changes be made.
That's the reason I fear when I sense he is near;
when considered, I'm greatly afraid.
God has made my heart sick — I've been cut to the quick,
for Shaddai has me frightened to death.
Since he chose to enshroud me in this ebon cloud,
I'll speak out until my final breath.
his hand's heavy — I can't help but groan.
If I found him somehow I would travel there now
and I'd fall on my face at his throne.
I would lay out my case if we met, face to face;
state my arguments, one at a time.
I could hear his reply — the exact reasons why
I had ever been charged with a crime.
Would he vigorously be contentious with me?
I believe he would bear me no grudge.
With him, righteous men could have their case understood;
I'd be pardoned, at last, from my judge.
Though I've searched everywhere in the east — he's not there.
In the west, I have not seen a trace.
Though he works in the north, he has never come forth;
in the south, I have not seen his face.
To my comfort, he knows every turn my path goes;
I'll be tested and come out as gold.
In his footprints, I've stepped; and his ways have been kept.
I have not turned aside on this road.
Not a thing can eclipse the commands from his lips,
and I treasure his words more than meals.
Once his mind has been set who can make him forget?
For he does whatsoever he feels.
He's performing in me what he wants me to be,
and he's planning more changes be made.
That's the reason I fear when I sense he is near;
when considered, I'm greatly afraid.
God has made my heart sick — I've been cut to the quick,
for Shaddai has me frightened to death.
Since he chose to enshroud me in this ebon cloud,
I'll speak out until my final breath.
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