[Job 2a1 – continued]
I want someone to plead with God for me,
as one pleads for a friend.
Thank you, Jesus (Hebrews 4:14-16; 7:25).
Those who claim to be honest are shocked,
and they all condemn me as godless.
Those who claim to be respectable
are more and more convinced they are right.
I have lived this to a lesser extent. Ouch. It hurts.
…my plans have failed;
my hope is gone.
I hope not all of my plans have failed, Father. My hope isn’t gone.
…my friends say night is daylight;
they say that light is near,
but I know I remain in darkness.
“La poudre aux yeux” (Job 13:12). Lord, turn the darkness into light, clear the road and lead the way (Isaiah 42:15-16).
I will call the grave my father,
and the worms that eat me
I will call my mother and my sisters.
Where is there any hope for me?
Who sees any?
Hope will not go with me
when I go down to the world of the dead.
How often I have gone back to these words in the past. “Où donc est mon espoir? Qui l’aperçoit encore? Il descend avec moi dans le monde des morts, nous tombons tous les deux jusque dans la poussière.”