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Job Chapter 21
Then Job answered,
Listen carefully to me now, bear with me and after I have spoken, keep mocking. My complaint is not with man but with God. That is why I am so troubled. Look at me. Aren't you shocked? Put your hand over your mouth in astonishment. Even I am filled with horror when I think of how I must look. I am terrified and I shudder in dismay. Why do the wicked prosper and live to an old age? Yes, they become mighty in power, they live to see their children flourish and become established and their children as well. Their homes are secure and safe. No, the wrath of God does not touch them. Their cattle breed without failure or miscarriage, becoming large herds. Their children dance and sing to the tambourine and harp and rejoice to the sound of flute. They live their lives in abundance with wealth and happiness till the day they die. Yet they live their entire lives rejecting God saying, ‘Depart from us for we do not acknowledge you or your ways. Who is the Almighty that we should serve him? What does it profit us to pray?’
Look at the wicked man everything he does prospers. Yet I refuse to be a part of his evil or acknowledge his ways. How often do you see the wicked suffer? How often do you see them destroyed? God ignores them when he distributes sorrow in his anger. Are they driven away like straw before the wind or carried off like chaff in a storm? No! You reason that at least God will punish their children for their sins. But I say God should punish him not his children. Let the sinner see his own destruction. Let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty. For what does he care about his children if they suffer for his sins when he is gone? Let his days here on earth be cut in half. Can anyone reason with or teach God? No, for He is the supreme judge and ruler on high. A man dies in the prime of his life, he is rich and secure, his pails are full of milk and he is fat with abundance. Another man dies in abject poverty full of bitterness, never having known the good things of life. They both, rich and poor, go to the grave the same. Look, I know what you are thinking and the schemes you have in mind to wrong me. For you say you are going to tell me stories of all the wicked men who were destroyed by their sins. But I say, ask anyone who has been down that road, and they will tell you the truth. The wicked man has no day of doom. He is not brought to destruction by God's wrath. No one condemns him to his face. No one repays him for the evil he has committed. The truth is on the day he dies an honor guard stands over his tomb. He shall lay in the earth and the valley shall be sweet to him. Everyone shall remember him and follow him. It's the same over and over as countless have gone before him. How can you comfort me when your whole premise is wrong? You speak falsely.”