Oh To Be Wise Meditations
Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud. I am sick at heart! Pain has taken its toll. At night my bones are filled with pain, which gnaws at me relentlessly. In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment. God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me. You lift me up on the whirlwind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm. Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. Surely no one would turn against the needy when they cry for help in their trouble. Did I not weep for those in trouble? Was I not deeply grieved for the needy? Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. My heart is troubled and restless. Days of suffering torment me. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls. Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals and a companion to owls. My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. My life is wasting away like a dried-up wineskin, but I have not forgotten your teachings. I will never forget Your precepts, for by them You have revived me. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning? Why, O LORD, do you stand far away? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble? But I believe LORD those who sow in tears will reap with shouts of joy. For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. After two days He will revive us; on the third day He will raise us up, that we may live in His presence. So let us know, let us press on to know the LORD. As surely as the sun rises, He will appear; He will come to us like the rain, like the spring showers that water the earth. May he be like rain that falls on freshly cut grass, like spring showers that water the earth. Yes, bring healing to sick and weary.
Meditate Job 2:7