The Lantern

Job31

Job’s Final Appeal

I cut a covenant with my eyes; and how then should I look upon a virgin?

And what is the portion of God from above, and the inheritance of the Almighty from the heights?

Is it not calamity for the unjust, and disaster for the workers of iniquity?

Does he not see my ways, and count all my steps?

If I have walked with emptiness, and my foot has hurried to deceit —

let him weigh me in the scales of righteousness, and let God know my blamelessness.

If my step has turned aside from the way, and my heart has walked after my eyes, and any blemish has clung to my hands —

let me sow, and let another eat; and let my offspring be uprooted.

If my heart has been enticed to a woman, and I have lain in wait at my neighbor’s door —

let my wife grind for another, and let others bow down over her.

For that is a shameful thing, and it is an iniquity for the judges.

For it is a fire that consumes to Abaddon, and it would root out all my increase.

If I rejected the judgment of my manservant or my maidservant when they contended with me —

then what shall I do when God rises up? And when he visits, what shall I answer him?

Did not he who made me in the belly make him? And did not one fashion us in the womb?

If I withheld the poor from their desire, or made the eyes of the widow fail;

and I ate my morsel alone, and the orphan did not eat of it —

but from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, and from my mother’s womb I guided her —

if I saw one perishing without clothing, and no covering for the needy;

if his loins did not bless me, and he was not warmed with the fleece of my sheep;

if I lifted my hand against the orphan, when I saw my help in the gate —

let my shoulder fall from its socket, and let my arm be broken from its bone.

For calamity from God was a dread to me, and before his majesty I could not endure.

If I made gold my confidence, and said to fine gold, “My trust”;

if I rejoiced that my wealth was great, and that my hand had found much;

if I looked at the light when it shone, or the moon moving in splendor,

and my heart was secretly enticed, and my hand kissed my mouth —

that too would be an iniquity for the judges, for I would have denied God above.

If I rejoiced at the ruin of the one who hated me, or roused myself when evil found him —

and I did not let my palate sin, by asking for his life with a curse —

if the men of my tent did not say, “Who has not been filled from his meat?”;

no stranger lodged in the street; I opened my doors to the traveler.

If I covered my transgressions as a man does, to hide my iniquity in my bosom,

because I dreaded the great multitude, and the contempt of families terrified me, so that I kept silent and did not go out the door —

Oh that I had one to hear me! Here is my mark — let the Almighty answer me! And the scroll that my accuser has written —

surely I would carry it on my shoulder; I would bind it on me like a crown.

The number of my steps I would declare to him; like a prince I would approach him.

If my ground has cried out against me, and its furrows have wept together;

if I ate its strength without silver, and made its owners breathe out their life —

let thorns come out instead of wheat, and stinkweed instead of barley. The words of Job are finished.