Job answered in the darkness. “How long are you and your friends going to torment me? Have you no shame reproaching an innocent man? If I’m guilty, prove it. As I said before, God has dealt this blow against me for reasons I don’t know. He has stripped me of my glory and left me without any justice, and he no longer answers my prayers.

“In his unjustified anger, God made me his enemy. His legions surround me on every side and attack. My family is good, and everyone I knew is now strangers. You who call yourself my friends have utterly failed me. My former house guests have forgotten me. My wife is disgusted with me and sleeps in a neighboring tent. All hope has been ripped up by its roots and goes down with me to the grave.”

Job heard movement in the dark around him and realized he and Bildad were now joined by another party. Whether Zophar or Eliphaz or both, it didn’t matter. They were all equally malignant fixtures in his home.

“Have pity on me, please. God’s hand has crushed me completely. Why do you also batter me with your words? Are you not satisfied that I am a festering bag of dust?

“I wish I could engrave my words in stone for posterity because I know that my Vindicator lives. In the end, he’ll be the last one standing. After I die, I’ll see God, and he’ll be with me at the final judgment.”

Inspiration: Job 19

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