God has turned me over to evil people and has handed me over to the wicked.
Does it make you happy to trouble me? Don’t you care about me, the work of your hands? Are you happy with the plans of evil people?
People open their mouths to make fun of me and hit my cheeks to insult me. They join together against me.
Everything was fine with me, but God broke me into pieces; he held me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
Why do you chase me as God does? Haven’t you hurt me enough?
Then know that God has wronged me and pulled his net around me.
So Satan left the Lord’s presence. He put painful sores on Job’s body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
“As surely as God lives, who has taken away my rights, the Almighty, who has made me unhappy,
Would you say that I am unfair? Would you blame me to make yourself look right?
When the land falls into the hands of evil people, he covers the judges’ faces so they can’t see it. If it is not God who does this, then who is it?
Do not hand me over to my enemies, because they tell lies about me and say they will hurt me.
You have not handed me over to my enemies but have set me in a safe place.
There are people who think up evil and plan trouble and tell lies.
So Pilate handed Jesus over to them to be crucified. The soldiers took charge of Jesus.
God has given all people over to their stubborn ways so that he can show mercy to all.
So that I would not become too proud of the wonderful things that were shown to me, a painful physical problem was given to me. This problem was a messenger from Satan, sent to beat me and keep me from being too proud.
You told me what good things you did. The Lord handed me over to you, but you did not kill me.