Job Chapter 9
So Job was like, "Yo, hear me out."
Then Job answered and said,
For real, I know it's true, but how can anyone be on God’s level?
I know {it is} so of a truth: but how should man be just with God? {with God: or, before God?}
If he tries to step to him, he can’t even drop a single comeback out of a thousand.
If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand.
Dude's got crazy wisdom and power: who’s wild enough to challenge him and actually win?
{He is} wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened {himself} against him, and hath prospered?
He shifts mountains without anyone catching on, and turns them over when he’s mad.
Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
He rattles the earth from its spot, and even the pillars are like, "Whoa dude."
Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble.
He tells the sun to chill, and it just won’t rise; he’s got the stars on lockdown too.
Which commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars.
He's the only one who stretches out the skies and walks on ocean waves like it's easy.
Which alone spreadeth out the heavens, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea. {waves: Heb. heights}
He crafted Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, plus all those southern vibes.
Which maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south. {Arcturus...: Heb. Ash, Cesil, and Cimah}
He pulls off legendary moves that are off the charts; no cap, and wonders that just keep coming.
Which doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number.
Yo, he’s cruising by me, but I can’t spot him: he’s just vibing, and I’m not feeling it.
Lo, he goeth by me, and I see {him} not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.
Fact check, if he takes away, who’s gonna stand in his way? Who's bold enough to ask, “What’s up?”
Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou? {hinder...: Heb. turn him away?}
If God ain't backing off, even the cocky ones gotta bow down, no cap.
{If} God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him. {proud...: Heb. helpers of pride, or, strength}
How much less can I even respond? Like, do I even have the vibe to chat with him?
How much less shall I answer him, {and} choose out my words {to reason} with him?
Even if I was on my A-game, I wouldn’t just respond, I’d be like, “Yo, hear me out, fam.”
Whom, though I were righteous, {yet} would I not answer, {but} I would make supplication to my judge.
If I shouted out, and he picked up; still, I’d be sus about whether he really got me.
If I had called, and he had answered me; {yet} would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.
He’s throwing storms at me, stacking up my wounds for no reason, fr.
For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
He won't let me breathe, just loading me up with all this bitterness, savage.
He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
If I bring up my strength, he’s like, “Yeah, I’m the real heavy hitter”: and if it’s about judgment, who’s gonna give me a chance to plead my case?
If {I speak} of strength, lo, {he is} strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time {to plead}?
If I try to back myself up, my own mouth's gonna call me out: if I say I’m flawless, it’s just gonna prove I’m wild.
If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: {if I say}, I {am} perfect, it shall also prove me perverse.
Even if I was perfect, I still wouldn’t vibe with my soul; I’d be like, “This life is sus.”
{Though} I {were} perfect, {yet} would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.
So here’s the scoop: He takes down the perfect and the wicked, for real.
This {is} one {thing}, therefore I said {it}, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
If the whip drops outta nowhere, he’s just gonna laugh at the innocent struggling.
If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.
The earth’s in the hands of the wicked; they got the judges all covered up. Like, where they at?
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, {and} who {is} he?
My days are zooming by faster than a delivery dude; they just bounce and don’t catch the good vibes.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
They fly past like speedy ships or eagles going after their meal, fr.
They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle {that} hasteth to the prey. {swift...: or, ships of Ebeh: Heb. ships of desire}
If I’m like, “Forget my complaints,” I’m just trying to chill and not feel heavy, but it’s tough.
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort {myself}:
I’m lowkey stressing about all my feels; I know You won't let me off easy.
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
If I’m wicked, why am I even grinding for nothing?
{If} I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
Even if I scrub myself clean with snow water, I’m still struggling to stay fresh.
If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;
You gonna throw me in the ditch, and my fit gonna be looking sus.
Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me. {abhor...: or, make me to be abhorred}
He ain't even a dude like me, so how am I supposed to vibe with him in court?
For {he is} not a man, as I {am, that} I should answer him, {and} we should come together in judgment.
Ain't nobody to mediate between us, to lay a hand on both of us.
Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, {that} might lay his hand upon us both. {any...: Heb. one that should argue} {daysman: or, umpire}
Just take your stick away from me, I’m not trying to be scared, fr.
Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
Then I could speak my mind and not worry; but it ain't like that for me.
{Then} would I speak, and not fear him; but {it is} not so with me. {it is...: Heb. I am not so with myself}