Job 42
1Then Job replied to the LORD:
2“I know that You can do all things and that no plan of Yours can be thwarted.
3You asked, ‘Who is this who conceals My counsel without knowledge?’ Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know.
4You said, ‘Listen now, and I will speak. I will question you, and you shall inform Me.’
5My ears had heard of You, but now my eyes have seen You.
6Therefore I despise myself, and I repent in dust and ashes.”
7After the LORD had spoken these words to Job, He said to Eliphaz the Temanite, “My wrath is kindled against you and your two friends. For you have not spoken about Me accurately, as My servant Job has.
8So now, take seven bulls and seven rams, go to My servant Job, and sacrifice a burnt offering for yourselves. Then My servant Job will pray for you, for I will accept his prayer and not deal with you according to your folly. For you have not spoken accurately about Me, as My servant Job has.”
9So Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite went and did as the LORD had told them; and the LORD accepted Job’s prayer.
10After Job had prayed for his friends, the LORD restored his prosperity and doubled his former possessions.
11All his brothers and sisters and prior acquaintances came and dined with him in his house. They consoled him and comforted him over all the adversity that the LORD had brought upon him. And each one gave him a piece of silver and a gold ring.
12So the LORD blessed Job’s latter days more than his first. He owned 14,000 sheep, 6,000 camels, 1,000 yoke of oxen, and 1,000 female donkeys.
13And he also had seven sons and three daughters.
14He named his first daughter Jemimah, his second Keziah, and his third Keren-happuch.
15No women as beautiful as Job’s daughters could be found in all the land, and their father granted them an inheritance among their brothers.
16After this, Job lived 140 years and saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.
17And so Job died, old and full of years.
1For the choirmaster. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs after You, O God.
2My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come and appear in God’s presence?
3My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4These things come to mind as I pour out my soul: how I walked with the multitude, leading the festive procession to the house of God with shouts of joy and praise.
5Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.
6O my God, my soul despairs within me. Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon—even from Mount Mizar.
7Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
8The LORD decrees His loving devotion by day, and at night His song is with me as a prayer to the God of my life.
9I say to God my Rock, “Why have You forgotten me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?”
10Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
11Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.