Then Job got up and tore his clothes in grief. He shaved his head and threw himself face downward on the ground.

He said, "I was born with nothing, and I will die with nothing. The LORD gave, and now he has taken away. May his name be praised!"

Then Satan left the LORD's presence and made sores break out all over Job's body.

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

He heals the broken-hearted and bandages their wounds.

We also boast of our troubles, because we know that trouble produces endurance,

This hope does not disappoint us, for God has poured out his love into our hearts by means of the Holy Spirit, who is God's gift to us.

Who, then, can separate us from the love of Christ? Can trouble do it, or hardship or persecution or hunger or poverty or danger or death?

No, in all these things we have complete victory through him who loved us!

We are proud that our conscience assures us that our lives in this world, and especially our relations with you, have been ruled by God-given frankness and sincerity, by the power of God's grace and not by human wisdom.

But his answer was: "My grace is all you need, for my power is greatest when you are weak." I am most happy, then, to be proud of my weaknesses, in order to feel the protection of Christ's power over me.

I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and difficulties for Christ's sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

My friends, consider yourselves fortunate when all kinds of trials come your way,

Be glad about this, even though it may now be necessary for you to be sad for a while because of the many kinds of trials you suffer.

Being cheerful keeps you healthy. It is slow death to be gloomy all the time.

Almighty God has shot me with arrows, and their poison spreads through my body. God has lined up his terrors against me.

But you---you terrify me with dreams; you send me visions and nightmares

until I would rather be strangled than live in this miserable body.

As soon as I sin, I'm in trouble with you, but when I do right, I get no credit. I am miserable and covered with shame.

You always have some witness against me; your anger toward me grows and grows; you always plan some new attack.

"What will you gain from my death? What profit from my going to the grave? Are dead people able to praise you? Can they proclaim your unfailing goodness?

Hear me, LORD, and be merciful! Help me, LORD!"

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 crushed by their insults, as they keep on asking me, "Where is your God?"

Why am I so sad? Why am I so troubled? I will put my hope in God, and once again I will praise him, my savior and my God.

I am terrified by the threats of my enemies, crushed by the oppression of the wicked. They bring trouble on me; they are angry with me and hate me.

I am gripped by fear and trembling; I am overcome with horror.

In times of trouble I pray to the Lord; all night long I lift my hands in prayer, but I cannot find comfort.

When I think of God, I sigh; when I meditate, I feel discouraged.

Why do you reject me, LORD? Why do you turn away from me?

Your furious anger crushes me; your terrible attacks destroy me.

I am poor and needy; I am hurt to the depths of my heart.

He took Peter, James, and John with him. Distress and anguish came over him,

and he said to them, "The sorrow in my heart is so great that it almost crushes me. Stay here and keep watch."

Now, however, you should forgive him and encourage him, in order to keep him from becoming so sad as to give up completely.