Oh, that Job might be tested to the end, for answering like wicked men.
The tents of marauders prosper, and there is security for those who provoke God— for those whom God brings in His hand.
Why do the wicked go on living, growing old and increasing in power?
Will you keep to the old way that wicked men have trod?
God has made my heart faint; Shaddai has terrified me.
“Why are times not stored up by Shaddai? And why do those who know Him not see His days?
For he adds rebellion to his sin; in our midst he claps his hands and multiplies his words against God.”
You have examined my heart. You searched me at night. Though You test me, You find nothing. I resolved that my mouth will not sin.
Probe me, Adonai, and test me, refine my mind and my heart.
Behold, we consider blessed those who showed endurance. You have heard of the endurance of Job, and you have seen the outcome of Adonai—that Adonai is full of compassion and mercy.