TSK · Proverbs 18:14

Then Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down on the ground, and worshiped.

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

If I am wicked, woe to me. If I am righteous, I still shall not lift up my head, being filled with disgrace, and conscious of my affliction.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.

A cheerful heart makes good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

Not only this, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering works perseverance;

For our boasting is this: the testimony of our conscience, that in holiness and sincerity of God, not in fleshly wisdom but in the grace of God we behaved ourselves in the world, and more abundantly toward you.

He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Most gladly therefore I will rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest on me.

Wherein you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been put to grief in various trials,