But now suppose you take away everything he has---he will curse you to your face!"

My skin hangs loose on my bones; I have barely escaped with my life.

You are my friends! Take pity on me! The hand of God has struck me down.

David prayed, "O God, I am the one who did wrong. I am the one who ordered the census. What have these poor people done? LORD, my God, punish me and my family, and spare your people."

When I did not confess my sins, I was worn out from crying all day long.

Day and night you punished me, LORD; my strength was completely drained, as moisture is dried up by the summer heat.

You have wounded me with your arrows; you have struck me down.

I am drowning in the flood of my sins; they are a burden too heavy to bear.

I am bent over, I am crushed; I mourn all day long.

Don't punish me any more! I am about to die from your blows.

His wife said to him, "You are still as faithful as ever, aren't you? Why don't you curse God and die?"

The morning after each feast, Job would get up early and offer sacrifices for each of his children in order to purify them. He always did this because he thought that one of them might have sinned by insulting God unintentionally.

But now suppose you take away everything he has---he will curse you to your face!"

Then tell the people of Israel that anyone who curses God must suffer the consequences

The people will wander through the land, discouraged and hungry. In their hunger and their anger they will curse their king and their God. They may look up to the sky