Job Chapter 21
So Job was like, "Yo, pay attention!"
But Job answered and said,
Vibe with me for a minute, and let this sink in.
Hear diligently my speech, and let this be your consolations.
Gonna speak my piece; after this, y’all can roast me.
Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.
Fr, is my issue with people? If that was the case, why’s my soul so rattled?
As for me, {is} my complaint to man? and if {it were so}, why should not my spirit be troubled? {troubled: Heb. shortened?}
Check this out, and keep it real; hand over your mouth, fam.
Mark me, and be astonished, and lay {your} hand upon {your} mouth. {Mark...: Heb. Look unto me}
Even thinking about it makes me lowkey anxious, skin feeling mad sus.
Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.
Why do the shady ones live long, age, and flex their dominance?
Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?
Their team is thriving right in front of them, with their kids all set.
Their seed is established in their sight with them, and their offspring before their eyes.
Their homes are all chill, no worries, and God ain’t throwing shade on them.
Their houses {are} safe from fear, neither {is} the rod of God upon them. {safe...: Heb. peace from}
Their bulls are thriving, no cap; their cows are birthing and not losing calves.
Their bull gendereth, and faileth not; their cow calveth, and casteth not her calf.
They send their kids out like a crew, and the young ones just vibe and dance.
They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance.
They grab tambourines and harps, vibing hard to those organ tunes.
They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.
They live large, but then, in a snap, they’re out for good.
They spend their days in wealth, and in a moment go down to the grave. {in wealth: or, in mirth}
They tell God, "Peace out, we don’t wanna follow your ways."
Therefore they say unto God, Depart from us; for we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.
Who’s the Almighty we gotta vibe with? What’s the benefit if we pray?
What {is} the Almighty, that we should serve him? and what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?
Their good stuff ain't in their grasp: the wicked's agenda seems sus to me.
Lo, their good {is} not in their hand: the counsel of the wicked is far from me.
How often does the wicked’s light blink out? Their fall hits hard! God’s feeling it.
How oft is the candle of the wicked put out! and {how oft} cometh their destruction upon them! {God} distributeth sorrows in his anger. {candle: or, lamp}
They’re like dried grass in the wind, blown away by the storm.
They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away. {carrieth: Heb. stealeth}
God’s saving up their wrongs for their kids: they’ll face the music, no cap.
God layeth up his iniquity for his children: he rewardeth him, and he shall know {it}. {his iniquity: that is, the punishment of his iniquity}
Their eyes will witness their downfall, sipping on the Almighty’s fury.
His eyes shall see his destruction, and he shall drink of the wrath of the Almighty.
What’s the vibe in his pad after he’s out, when his time's cut short?
For what pleasure {hath} he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?
Who’s gonna educate God on knowledge? He’s the judge of the high and mighty, no cap.
Shall {any} teach God knowledge? seeing he judgeth those that are high.
One dude kicks the bucket just chillin’, vibing all laid back.
One dieth in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet. {his...: Heb. his very, or, the strength of, his perfection}
His vibes are full, and he’s got that good stuff in his bones, fr.
His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow. {breasts: or, milk pails}
But another dude dies bitter AF, never gets to savor the good food.
And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.
They both hit the dirt the same, and the worms are like, "We got you."
They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.
Yo, I see your thoughts and the shady schemes you’re plotting against me.
Behold, I know your thoughts, and the devices {which} ye wrongfully imagine against me.
You’re asking, “Where’s the royal crib? What’s up with the wicked’s spots?”
For ye say, Where {is} the house of the prince? and where {are} the dwelling places of the wicked? {the dwelling...: Heb. the tent of the tabernacles}
Haven’t you asked those cruising by? Don’t you know their signs, periodt?
Have ye not asked them that go by the way? and do ye not know their tokens,
The wicked are on the list for destruction day; they’ll be called out for the wrath fest.
That the wicked is reserved to the day of destruction? they shall be brought forth to the day of wrath. {wrath: Heb. wraths}
Who’s gonna confront him to his face? And who’s gonna get back at him for his deeds?
Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him {what} he hath done?
But he’s still gonna end up in the grave, chilling in the tomb.
Yet shall he be brought to the grave, and shall remain in the tomb. {grave: Heb. graves} {remain...: Heb. watch in the heap}
The dirt in the valley’s gonna be sweet for him, and everyone’s gonna follow him, just like all the others before.
The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall draw after him, as {there are} innumerable before him.
So how you gonna comfort me for nothing, when your answers seem so sus?
How then comfort ye me in vain, seeing in your answers there remaineth falsehood? {falsehood: Heb. transgression?}