1But Job was like, "Yo, listen up!"

2Tune in to my vibes, and let this chill you out.

3Let me speak my truth; after I drop this, y’all can clown me.

4For real, is my beef with people? If it was, why would my soul be so shook?

5Peep this, and be shook; hand on your mouth, fam.

6Even when I think about it, I’m lowkey scared, and my skin’s feeling all kinds of sus.

7Why do the wicked live long, get old, and flex their power?

8Their crew is thriving right in front of them, and their kids are all good.

9Their cribs are all chill, no fear, and God ain't smiting them.

10Their bulls are thriving, no cap; their cows are giving birth and not losing calves.

11They send their kids out like a squad, and the little ones just vibe and dance.

12They grab the tambourine and harp, and they’re lit with the organ sounds.

13They live large, but in a sec, they’re gone for good.

14So they tell God, "Bounce, we don’t wanna know your ways."

15Who's the Almighty that we gotta serve? What’s in it for us if we pray?

16Their good stuff ain't in their hands: the wicked's plans are sus to me.

17How often does the wicked's light go out? Their downfall hits hard! God’s got the feels.

18They’re like dry grass in the wind, just blown away by the storm.

19God’s stacking up their wrongs for their kids: they’ll get what’s coming, no cap.

20Their eyes will see their downfall, and they'll sip on the Almighty's wrath.

21Like, what’s the vibe in his crib after he’s gone, when his time's up and cut short?

22Who’s gonna school God on knowledge? He’s the judge of the high and mighty, no cap.

23One dude kicks the bucket chillin’ hard, just vibin’ all relaxed.

24His vibes are full, and he’s got that good stuff in his bones, fr.

25But another dude dies bitter AF, never gets to enjoy the good food.

26They both hit the ground the same, and the worms are like, "We got you."

27Yo, I see your thoughts and the shady plans you’re cooking up against me.

28You’re asking, “Where’s the prince’s pad? What’s up with the wicked’s hangouts?”

29Haven’t you asked those passing by? Don’t you know their signs, periodt?

30The wicked are on the list for destruction day; they’ll be brought out for the wrath party.

31Who's gonna call him out to his face? And who's gonna pay him back for what he did?

32But he's still gonna end up in the grave, chillin' in the tomb.

33The dirt in the valley’s gonna be sweet for him, and everyone’s gonna follow him, just like all the others before him.

34So how you gonna comfort me for nothing, when your answers are just sus?

1But Job answered and said,

2Hear diligently my speech, and let this be your consolations.

3Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.

4As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

5Mark me, and be astonished, and lay your hand upon your mouth.

6Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh.

7Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?

8Their seed is established in their sight with them, and their offspring before their eyes.

9Their houses are safe from fear, neither is the rod of God upon them.

10Their bull gendereth, and faileth not; their cow calveth, and casteth not her calf.

11They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance.

12They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.

13They spend their days in wealth, and in a moment go down to the grave.

14Therefore they say unto God, Depart from us; for we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.

15What is the Almighty, that we should serve him? and what profit should we have, if we pray unto him?

16Lo, their good is not in their hand: the counsel of the wicked is far from me.

17How oft is the candle of the wicked put out! and how oft cometh their destruction upon them! God distributeth sorrows in his anger.

18They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away.

19God layeth up his iniquity for his children: he rewardeth him, and he shall know it.

20His eyes shall see his destruction, and he shall drink of the wrath of the Almighty.

21For what pleasure hath he in his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off in the midst?

22Shall any teach God knowledge? seeing he judgeth those that are high.

23One dieth in his full strength, being wholly at ease and quiet.

24His breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow.

25And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.

26They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.

27Behold, I know your thoughts, and the devices which ye wrongfully imagine against me.

28For ye say, Where is the house of the prince? and where are the dwelling places of the wicked?

29Have ye not asked them that go by the way? and do ye not know their tokens,

30That the wicked is reserved to the day of destruction? they shall be brought forth to the day of wrath.

31Who shall declare his way to his face? and who shall repay him what he hath done?

32Yet shall he be brought to the grave, and shall remain in the tomb.

33The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall draw after him, as there are innumerable before him.

34How then comfort ye me in vain, seeing in your answers there remaineth falsehood?