Job 21

Then Job answered,

“Listen diligently to my speech.

Allow me, and I also will speak.

As for me, is my complaint to man?

Look at me, and be astonished.

When I remember, I am troubled.

“Why do the wicked live,

Their child is established with them in their sight,

Their houses are safe from fear,

Their bulls breed without fail.

They send out their little ones like a flock.

They sing to the tambourine and harp,

They spend their days in prosperity.

They tell God, ‘Depart from us,

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him?

Behold, their prosperity is not in their hand.

“How often is it that the lamp of the wicked is put out,

How often is it that they are as stubble before the wind,

You say, ‘God lays up his iniquity for his children.’

Let his own eyes see his destruction.

For what does he care for his house after him,

“Shall any teach God knowledge,

One dies in his full strength,

His pails are full of milk.

Another dies in bitterness of soul,

They lie down alike in the dust.

“Behold, I know your thoughts,

For you say, ‘Where is the house of the prince?

Haven’t you asked wayfaring men?

that the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity,

Who will declare his way to his face?

Yet he will be borne to the grave.

The clods of the valley will be sweet to him.

So how can you comfort me with nonsense,