Job 9 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 9

Then Job

answered:

“Yes,

I know

that

it is so,

but how

can a mortal

be righteous

before

God?

If

one wished

to contend

with God,

he could not

answer Him

one time

out

of a thousand.

God is wise

in heart

and mighty

in strength.

Who

has hardened himself

against Him

and prospered?

He moves

mountains

without

their knowledge,

when

He overturns them

in His anger.

He shakes

the earth

from its place,

so that its foundations

tremble.

He commands

the sun

not

to shine,

and seals off

the stars.

He alone

stretches out

the heavens,

and treads

on

the waves

of the sea.

He is the Maker

of the Bear

and Orion,

of the Pleiades

and the constellations

of the south.

He does

great

and unfathomable things,

wonders

without

number.

Were He

to pass

by me,

I would not

see Him;

were He to move,

I would not

recognize Him.

If

He snatches away,

who

can hinder Him?

Who

can say

to Him,

‘What

are You doing?’

God

does not

restrain

His anger;

the helpers

of Rahab

cower

beneath Him.

How

then

can I

answer Him

or choose

my arguments

against Him?

For

even if

I were right,

I could not

answer.

I could only beg my Judge

for mercy.

If

I summoned Him

and He answered me,

I do not

believe

He would listen

to my voice.

For

He would crush me

with a tempest

and multiply

my wounds

without cause.

He does not

let

me catch

my breath,

but

overwhelms me

with bitterness.

If

it is a matter of strength,

He is indeed

mighty!

If

it is a matter of justice,

who

can summon Him?

Even if

I were righteous,

my mouth

would condemn me;

if I

were blameless,

it would declare me guilty.

Though I

am blameless,

I have no

concern

for myself;

I despise

my life.

It

is all the same;

that is why

I say,

‘He

destroys

both the blameless

and the wicked.’

When

the scourge

brings sudden

death,

He mocks

the despair

of the innocent.

The earth

is given

into the hand

of the wicked;

He blindfolds

its judges.

If

it is not He,

then

who

is it?

My days

are swifter

than

a runner;

they flee

without

seeing

any good.

They sweep by

like

boats

of papyrus,

like an eagle

swooping down

on

its prey.

If

I say,

‘I will forget

my complaint,

I will change

my expression,

and smile,’

I would still dread

all

my sufferings;

I know

that

You will not

acquit me.

Since I am

already found guilty,

why

should I labor

in vain?

If

I should wash myself

with snow

and cleanse

my hands

with lye,

then

You would plunge me

into the pit,

and even my own clothes

would despise me!

For

He is not

a man

like me,

that I can answer Him,

that we can take

each other

to court.

Nor

is there

a mediator

between us,

to lay

his hand

upon

us both.

Let Him remove

His rod

from me,

so that His terror

will no

longer frighten me.

Then I would speak

without

fear of Him.

But

as it is,

I

am on my own.

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