Job 8:1 |
Then Bildad the Shuhite answered and said, |
Job 8:2 |
How long will you speak these things? / And [how long] will the words of your mouth be [like] a mighty wind? |
Job 8:3 |
Does God pervert justice? / Or does the Almighty pervert righteousness? |
Job 8:4 |
If your children have sinned against Him, / He has delivered them into the hand of their transgression. |
Job 8:5 |
If you seek earnestly after God / And make supplication unto the Almighty, |
Job 8:6 |
If you are pure and upright, / Then surely He will rouse Himself for you / And restore well-being to your righteous habitation. |
Job 8:7 |
And though your beginning was small, / Your end will be very great. |
Job 8:8 |
For inquire now of the former generation, / And attend to what their fathers have sought out. |
Job 8:9 |
For we are of yesterday and know nothing, / Because our days upon the earth are a shadow. |
Job 8:10 |
Will they not teach you [and] talk to you / And utter forth words from their heart? |
Job 8:11 |
Can papyrus shoot up without marsh? / Can reeds grow without water? |
Job 8:12 |
While it is still in its greenness [and] not cut down, / It withers before all [other] grasses. |
Job 8:13 |
So are the paths of all who forget God; / And the hope of the profane perishes, |
Job 8:14 |
Whose confidence is cut off, / And whose trust is a spider's web. |
Job 8:15 |
He leans upon his house, but it will not stand; / He holds fast to it, but it will not endure. |
Job 8:16 |
He is full of sap before the sun, / And his shoots go forth over his garden. |
Job 8:17 |
His roots are entwined around a stone heap; / He looks upon a place of stones. |
Job 8:18 |
If one destroys him from his place, / Then it denies him, [saying,] I have not seen you. |
Job 8:19 |
Indeed, that is the joy of his way; / And others spring forth out of the dust. |
Job 8:20 |
Indeed, God will not reject a perfect man, / Nor will He support evildoers. |
Job 8:21 |
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter / And your lips with shouting. |
Job 8:22 |
Those who hate you will be clothed with shame, / And the tent of the wicked will be no more. |