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Job 21

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Job Answers: Why Do the Wicked Prosper?

Chapter 21.

Then Job answered and said: "Listen carefully to my words, and let this be the comfort you offer me. Bear with me while I speak, and after I have spoken, you may go on mocking. As for me, is my complaint against a mere man? Why should I not lose my patience? Look at me and be appalled, and put your hand over your mouth. When I remember it, I am terrified, and shuddering grips my flesh. Why do the wicked go on living, growing old and increasing in power? Their children are settled and secure with them before their eyes, and their offspring before their sight. Their houses are safe and free from fear, and no rod of God falls upon them. Their bull breeds and never fails; their cow calves and does not miscarry. They let their little ones run free like a flock, and their children skip about. They sing to the tambourine and the lyre and celebrate to the sound of the pipe. They spend their days in prosperity, and in peace they go down to the grave. Yet they say to God, 'Leave us alone! We have no desire to know your ways. What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? And what would we gain by praying to him?' But their prosperity is not in their own hands; I want nothing to do with the counsel of the wicked. How often is the lamp of the wicked snuffed out? How often does their disaster fall upon them? How often does God deal out pains in his anger? How often are they like straw before the wind, like chaff that a storm sweeps away? You say, 'God stores up a man's punishment for his children.' Let him repay the man himself, so that he learns it. Let his own eyes see his ruin, and let him drink the wrath of the Almighty. For what does he care about his household after him, when his months are cut short? Can anyone teach God knowledge, since it is he who judges those on high? One person dies in full vigor, wholly at ease and secure, his body well nourished and the marrow of his bones still moist. Another dies with a bitter soul, never having tasted any good. Together they lie down in the dust, and the worms cover them both. Look, I know your thoughts, and your schemes to wrong me. For you say, 'Where now is the house of the noble? Where is the tent where the wicked lived?' Have you never asked those who travel the roads? Will you not accept the proof they give— that the evil man is spared in the day of disaster, that he is delivered in the day of wrath? Who confronts him to his face for his conduct, and who repays him for what he has done? He is carried to the grave, and a watch is kept over his tomb. The soil of the valley is sweet to him; everyone follows after him, and those before him are beyond counting. So how can you comfort me with empty words? Your answers are nothing but falsehood."

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