O God, you have ground me downand devastated my family.As if to prove I have sinned, you’ve reduced me to skin and bones.My gaunt flesh testifies against me.God hates me and angrily tears me apart.He snaps his teeth at meand pierces me with his eyes.People jeer and laugh at me.They slap my cheek in contempt.A mob gathers against me.God has handed me over to sinners.He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.
Job 16:7-11
Where then is my hope? Can anyone find it?
Job 17:15
Let the Word, and not my circumstances, inform my theology.
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