1. Mon: Genesis 44-47
  2. Tue: I Samuel 6-10
  3. Wed: Psalms 33-35
Thursday · Week 12
The Books of Poetry

Job 23-24

Reading 81 of 364
  1. Fri: Isaiah 62-66
  2. Sat: Mark 3-4
  3. Sun: I Corinthians 7-8

Job 23

1And Job answered and said,

2Even to-day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.

3Oh that I knew where I might find him, that I might come to his seat!

4I would order the cause before him, and fill my mouth with arguments;

5I would know the words he would answer me, and understand what he would say unto me.

6Would he plead against me with his great power? Nay; but he would give heed unto me.

7There would an upright man reason with him; and I should be delivered for ever from my judge.

8Lo, I go forward, but he is not there; and backward, but I do not perceive him;

9On the left hand, where he doth work, but I behold him not; he hideth himself on the right hand, and I see him not.

10But he knoweth the way that I take; he trieth me, I shall come forth as gold.

11My foot hath held to his steps; his way have I kept, and not turned aside.

12Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have laid up the words of his mouth more than the purpose of my own heart.

13But he is in one mind, and who can turn him? And what his soul desireth, that will he do.

14For he will perform what is appointed for me; and many such things are with him.

15Therefore am I troubled at his presence; I consider, and I am afraid of him.

16For God hath made my heart soft, and the Almighty troubleth me;

17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, neither hath he hidden the gloom from me.

Job 24

1Why are not times treasured up with the Almighty? why do not they that know him see his days?

2They remove the landmarks; they violently take away the flocks and pasture them;

3They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow's ox for a pledge;

4They turn the needy out of the way: the afflicted of the land all hide themselves.

5Lo, as wild asses in the desert, they go forth to their work, seeking early for the prey: the wilderness yieldeth them food for their children.

6They reap in the field the fodder thereof, and they gather the vintage of the wicked;

7They pass the night naked without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

8They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and for want of a shelter embrace the rock ...

9They pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor:

10These go naked without clothing, and, hungry, they bear the sheaf;

11They press out oil within their walls, they tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

12Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out; and +God imputeth not the impiety.

13There are those that rebel against the light; they know not the ways thereof, nor abide in the paths thereof.

14The murderer riseth with the light, killeth the afflicted and needy, and in the night is as a thief.

15And the eye of the adulterer waiteth for the twilight, saying, No eye shall see me; and he putteth a covering on his face.

16In the dark they dig through houses; by day they shut themselves in; they know not the light:

17For the morning is to them all as the shadow of death; for they are familiar with the terrors of the shadow of death.

18He is swift on the face of the waters; their portion is cursed on the earth: he turneth not unto the way of the vineyards.

19Drought and heat consume snow waters; so doth Sheol those that have sinned.

20The womb forgetteth him; the worm feedeth sweetly on him: he shall be no more remembered; and unrighteousness is broken as a tree, --

21He that despoileth the barren that beareth not, and doeth not good to the widow:

22He draweth also the mighty with his power; he riseth up, and no man is sure of life.

23God setteth him in safety, and he resteth thereon; but his eyes are upon their ways.

24They are exalted for a little, and are no more; they are laid low; like all other are they gathered, and are cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.

25If it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?

Darby Translation (Darby). Public domain.