Job Chapter 15
So Eliphaz the Temanite was like,
Then answered Eliphaz the Temanite, and said,
Is a wise dude really gonna drop some empty wisdom and fill his vibes with that east wind?
Should a wise man utter vain knowledge, and fill his belly with the east wind? {vain...: Heb. knowledge of wind}
Is he about to hit us with sus talk? or words that don’t help at all?
Should he reason with unprofitable talk? or with speeches wherewith he can do no good?
Fr, you just straight-up ditch respect and hold back prayers to God.
Yea, thou castest off fear, and restrainest prayer before God. {castest...: Heb. makest void} {prayer: or, speech}
Your mouth is spilling your sins, and you’re catching the rizz from the shady.
For thy mouth uttereth thine iniquity, and thou choosest the tongue of the crafty. {uttereth: Heb. teacheth}
It’s your own mouth throwing shade at you, not me: your lips are backing up against you, no cap.
Thine own mouth condemneth thee, and not I: yea, thine own lips testify against thee.
Are you the original dude born, or were you around before the hills popped up?
{Art} thou the first man {that} was born? or wast thou made before the hills?
Have you peeped God’s secrets? and are you keeping all that wisdom to yourself?
Hast thou heard the secret of God? and dost thou restrain wisdom to thyself?
What do you know that we don’t? what are you vibing with that’s missing from us?
What knowest thou, that we know not? {what} understandest thou, which {is} not in us?
We got both the gray-haired and super old heads here, way older than your old man.
With us {are} both the grayheaded and very aged men, much elder than thy father.
Are the vibes from God lowkey weak for you? Got any secret tea to spill?
{Are} the consolations of God small with thee? is there any secret thing with thee?
Why’s your heart acting all wild? And what are your eyes lowkey checking out?
Why doth thine heart carry thee away? and what do thy eyes wink at,
You really gonna flip your spirit against God and let those words slide out?
That thou turnest thy spirit against God, and lettest {such} words go out of thy mouth?
What's up with man thinking he can be clean? Just 'cause he’s born from a woman, he’s righteous?
What {is} man, that he should be clean? and {he which is} born of a woman, that he should be righteous?
No cap, He doesn’t even trust His saints; the heavens aren’t even clean in His sight.
Behold, he putteth no trust in his saints; yea, the heavens are not clean in his sight.
How much more sus and filthy is man, chugging down sin like it’s water?
How much more abominable and filthy {is} man, which drinketh iniquity like water?
I’m about to spill the tea; listen up, I’ll share what I’ve peeped.
I will shew thee, hear me; and that {which} I have seen I will declare;
Wise peeps have laid down this knowledge from their old heads, and they ain’t keeping it lowkey.
Which wise men have told from their fathers, and have not hid {it}:
The earth was handed to them alone, and no outsiders were vibing with them.
Unto whom alone the earth was given, and no stranger passed among them.
The wicked dude is always in pain, and the years he’s got are super mysterious to the oppressor.
The wicked man travaileth with pain all {his} days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.
The vibes are off; he hears some spooky stuff, and when things chill, the destroyer rolls up on him.
A dreadful sound {is} in his ears: in prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him. {A dreadful...: Heb. A sound of fears}
He’s in denial, thinking he won’t come back from the darkness, and the sword is just waiting for him, fr.
He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, and he is waited for of the sword.
He’s out here searching for food like, "Where’s the bread at?" knowing the dark times are creeping up on him.
He wandereth abroad for bread, {saying}, Where {is it}? he knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.
Struggle and stress got him shook; they’re coming for him like a king ready to pop off.
Trouble and anguish shall make him afraid; they shall prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.
He’s throwing shade at God and flexing against the Almighty, thinking that’ll work.
For he stretcheth out his hand against God, and strengtheneth himself against the Almighty.
He charges at Him, going straight for the neck, hitting hard like he’s got some serious rizz.
He runneth upon him, {even} on {his} neck, upon the thick bosses of his bucklers:
He’s hiding his face in his own fat, stacking up the rolls like it’s a buffet.
Because he covereth his face with his fatness, and maketh collops of fat on {his} flanks.
He’s living in ghost towns and empty places, just waiting to be piles of rubble, fr.
And he dwelleth in desolate cities, {and} in houses which no man inhabiteth, which are ready to become heaps.
Dude’s not gonna be stacked; his stuff isn’t sticking around, and he can’t keep the good life rolling on this earth.
He shall not be rich, neither shall his substance continue, neither shall he prolong the perfection thereof upon the earth.
He won’t escape the dark; the flames are gonna dry up his vibes, and he’ll fade away with just a breath.
He shall not depart out of darkness; the flame shall dry up his branches, and by the breath of his mouth shall he go away.
Don’t let the fooled trust in fake stuff; that fake vibe gonna be their karma.
Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity: for vanity shall be his recompence.
It’s gonna hit different before they're ready, and their branch ain’t gonna be lit.
It shall be accomplished before his time, and his branch shall not be green. {accomplished: or, cut off}
They gonna shake off their whack grapes like a vine and ditch their flowers like an olive.
He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, and shall cast off his flower as the olive.
The squad of fakes gonna be empty, and fire gonna roast the tents of the shady.
For the congregation of hypocrites {shall be} desolate, and fire shall consume the tabernacles of bribery.
They cooking up trouble, spitting out fake vibes, and their gut’s all about deceit.
They conceive mischief, and bring forth vanity, and their belly prepareth deceit. {vanity: or, iniquity}