1So Job was like, "Yo, let’s talk."

2"How long you gonna mess with my vibes and break me down with your words?"

3"Y’all have called me out like ten times, no cap, and you don’t even feel sus about it."

4"If I messed up, that’s on me, fr."

5"If you’re just flexing on me and throwing shade, that’s wild."

6"Just know, God’s got me in a chokehold, and I can’t escape this net."

7"I’m out here crying for justice, but no one’s listening; I’m shouting, but it’s all crickets."

8"He’s blocked my path, and I can’t get through, like it’s all just dark vibes."

9"He’s stripped me of my glow and took my crown, like, what even?"

10"He’s wrecked me on all sides, and I’m out here hopeless, like a tree just uprooted."

11God's low-key mad at me, and he sees me like one of his haters.

12His squad rolls up, coming at me, and they’re camping out around my spot.

13My fam is hella distant, and my homies are totally ghosting me.

14My peeps have dipped, and my close friends forgot I exist.

15The folks in my crib and my maids treat me like a total stranger: I’m a whole alien to them.

16I hit up my servant, but he left me on read; I was begging him, no cap.

17My breath’s sus to my wife, even though I was asking for the kids’ sake.

18For real, the kids were throwing shade at me; I stood up, and they were talking smack.

19All my inner circle is straight up against me: the ones I loved flipped on me.

20My bones are sticking to my skin, and I’m just hanging on by a thread.

21Yo, show me some love, fam; God’s hand hit me hard, no cap.

22Why you coming for me like God, and still not satisfied with my vibes?

23Man, I wish my words were written down! Like, printed in a whole book, fr!

24They should be carved with an iron pen and locked in stone forever, periodt!

25I know my redeemer is alive, and he’s gonna pop off on the last day here on Earth.

26Even when worms mess up this body, I’m still gonna see God in my flesh, no cap.

27I’m gonna see him for myself, and my eyes will witness it, not someone else's; my soul is lit.

28But you should be asking, why are we coming for him when the root of the issue is me?

29Better watch out for the sword: wrath brings the sword’s punishments, so you know there’s a judgment.

1Then Job answered and said,

2How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

3These ten times have ye reproached me: ye are not ashamed that ye make yourselves strange to me.

4And be it indeed that I have erred, mine error remaineth with myself.

5If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, and plead against me my reproach:

6Know now that God hath overthrown me, and hath compassed me with his net.

7Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.

8He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pass, and he hath set darkness in my paths.

9He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

10He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

11He hath also kindled his wrath against me, and he counteth me unto him as one of his enemies.

12His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.

13He hath put my brethren far from me, and mine acquaintance are verily estranged from me.

14My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.

15They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.

16I called my servant, and he gave me no answer; I intreated him with my mouth.

17My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children’s sake of mine own body.

18Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.

19All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.

20My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

21Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

22Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

23Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!

24That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!

25For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:

26And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

27Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.

28But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?

29Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.