Job

¹ To which of the holy angels will you turn?

² the jealous anger of a simpleton does her in.

³ and then, suddenly, their houses are cursed.

⁴ with no one to stick up for them.

⁵ cleaning them out completely, taking thorns and all, insatiable for everything they have.

⁶ trouble doesn't come from nowhere.

⁷ as certainly as sparks fly upward.

⁸ I'd throw myself on the mercy of God.

⁹ there's no end to his surprises.

¹⁰ sends water to irrigate the fields.

¹¹ gives firm footing to those sinking in grief.

¹² so that none of their plots come to term.

¹³ all that intricate intrigue swept out with the trash!

¹⁴ they can't see to put one foot in front of the other.

¹⁵ saved from the murderous plots, saved from the iron fist.

¹⁶ while injustice is bound and gagged.

¹⁷ Mind you, don't despise the discipline of Almighty God!

¹⁸ the same hand that hurts you, heals you.

¹⁹ no matter what the calamity, the evil can't touch you—

²⁰ in war, from being gutted by the sword.

²¹ and live fearless through any catastrophe.

²² and stroll fearlessly among wild animals.

²³ wild animals will become your good friends.

²⁴ you'll look over your goods and find nothing amiss.

²⁵ your family lovely and lissome as orchard grass.

²⁶ like sheaves of golden grain at harvest.

²⁷ Take it to heart and you won't go wrong."