1 After this, Job opened his mouth and cursed the day of his birth. 2 He said: 3 “May the day of my birth perish,
and the night that said, ‘A boy is conceived!’ 4 That day—may it turn to darkness;
may God above not care about it;
may no light shine on it. 5 May gloom and utter darkness claim it once more;
may a cloud settle over it;
may blackness overwhelm it. 6 That night—may thick darkness seize it;
may it not be included among the days of the year
nor be entered in any of the months. 10 for it did not shut the doors of the womb on me
to hide trouble from my eyes.
Sermon Scripture: Job 4
1 Then Eliphaz the Temanite replied: 2 “If someone ventures a word with you, will you be impatient?
But who can keep from speaking? 3 Think how you have instructed many,
how you have strengthened feeble hands. 4 Your words have supported those who stumbled;
you have strengthened faltering knees. 5 But now trouble comes to you, and you are discouraged;
it strikes you, and you are dismayed. 6 Should not your piety be your confidence
and your blameless ways your hope? 7 “Consider now: Who, being innocent, has ever perished?
Where were the upright ever destroyed? 8 As I have observed, those who plow evil
and those who sow trouble reap it. 9 At the breath of God they perish;
at the blast of his anger they are no more. 10 The lions may roar and growl,
yet the teeth of the great lions are broken. 11 The lion perishes for lack of prey,
and the cubs of the lioness are scattered. 12 “A word was secretly brought to me,
my ears caught a whisper of it. 13 Amid disquieting dreams in the night,
when deep sleep falls on people, 14 fear and trembling seized me
and made all my bones shake. 15 A spirit glided past my face,
and the hair on my body stood on end. 16 It stopped,
but I could not tell what it was.
A form stood before my eyes,
and I heard a hushed voice: 17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?
Can even a strong man be more pure than his Maker? 18 If God places no trust in his servants,
if he charges his angels with error, 19 how much more those who live in houses of clay,
whose foundations are in the dust,
who are crushed more readily than a moth! 20 Between dawn and dusk they are broken to pieces;
unnoticed, they perish forever. 21 Are not the cords of their tent pulled up,
so that they die without wisdom?’