TSK · Proverbs 18:14

Then Job arose, and rent his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped;

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy, And looking upon mine affliction.

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

As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, And horror hath overwhelmed me.

Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul? Why hidest thou thy face from me?

He healeth the broken in heart, And bindeth up their wounds.

A cheerful heart is a good medicine; But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.

And not only so, but we also rejoice in our tribulations: knowing that tribulation worketh stedfastness;

For our glorifying 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 to you-ward.

And he hath said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for [my] power is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

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