Job 21

Then Job answered and said,

Hear diligently my speech;

Suffer me, and I also will speak;

As for me, is my complaint to man?

Mark me, and be astonished,

Even when I remember I am troubled,

Wherefore do the wicked live,

Their seed is established with them in their sight,

Their houses are safe from fear,

Their bull gendereth, and faileth not;

They send forth their little ones like a flock,

They sing to the timbrel and harp,

They spend their days in prosperity,

And they say unto God, Depart from us;

What is the Almighty, that we should serve him?

Lo, their prosperity is not in their hand:

How oft is it that the lamp of the wicked is put out?

That they are as stubble before the wind,

Ye say, God layeth up his iniquity for his children.

Let his own eyes see his destruction,

For what careth he for his house after him,

Shall any teach God knowledge,

One dieth in his full strength,

His pails are full of milk,

And another dieth in bitterness of soul,

They lie down alike in the dust,

Behold, I know your thoughts,

For ye say, Where is the house of the prince?

Have ye not asked wayfaring men?

That the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity?

Who shall declare his way to his face?

Yet shall he be borne to the grave,

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him,

How then comfort ye me in vain,